yielding

Steinbeck contest

Rows of wheat bow their heads to the wind

Yielding to its will, so I yield to you Oh Lord.

Reviews

[charlie]

I am reminded ever so thoughtfully of John 3:

"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."

A nice analogy in this poem. Short and sweet - as real truth often is.

[Cherrie Palmer]

thank you Charlie, I appreciate you sending me feedback.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love how you mingled this poem with John 3

[Greg Agee]

Lovely, such a beautiful moment in a few choice words. Excellent my friend !!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Greg.