Tasting Peace as Flowers

Surely now the clouds are reaching up to angelic prayers
For an alibi that will return their peaceful grace
In hope tomorrow's arms will be a saving reservoir 
To reverse all the battles fought in this place

The layers of heaven remember echoes of glorious love
In streaming colors which cannot be erased
Even as clouds were weeping with every heartbeat
For precious moments not to be replaced

If reaching clouds peered inside the golden rays of sun
For sweet words to warm tomorrow's hours 
Would hearts made of stone awaken beating soft
To taste peaceful dew of grace as flowers

Surely now the clouds are reaching up in appreciation
For sanctuary found in the arms of reprieve
Perhaps if we too reach inside golden rays of sun
This coldness in our hearts, would leave

Author's Note

Didn't know what else to do today but write.........we couldn't read each other. I missed everyone! I actually found this picture AFTER I wrote the poem, some things are just meant to be.

Surreal Art of Vladimir Kush he is so awesome

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

"Surely now the clouds are reaching up in appreciation For santuary found in the arms of reprieve Perhaps if we too reach inside golden rays of sun This coldness in our hearts, would leave." Your words in this piece enfold my spirit and comfort me in a way that defies description.

[Enigma]

Wonderful imagery and a brilliant poem, in all. Great job! :)

[Aidz]

I really think you need to send these to a card maker....... Yo would make a mint!!

[silentpoet]

I just love your words and the way you use them, You make everything lovely to read..

[Alicia Hirshey]

This was truly amazing, Neva.

[VelvetRosetta]

You didnt know what else to do but to write today, and your soul wrote words of truth, just beautiful...

[WordNerd]

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this =]

[brenda]

yeah things are emnat to be i missed your writing too can relate to this

[☯]

I really loved reading this. I imagined a spectacular sunset through it all.
"Even as clouds were weeping with every heartbeat
For precious moments not to be replaced"
The personification and metaphors in your poems and in this one are brilliant and lovely. Such a beautiful piece. :)

[E.V. Black]

Hah, love the artwork. I never would have thought of flowers doing the Last Supper scene. Very creative. Strangely, it complements the poem perfectly.
My fave:

"Surely now the clouds are reaching up in appreciation
For sanctuary found in the arms of reprieve
Perhaps if we too reach inside golden rays of sun
This coldness in our hearts, would leave"

...especially the last two lines. You really touch on the truth that many people fail to remember, acknowledge, or notice. I am so glad that I have melted the winter in my own heart. Believe me when I say that feeling something really is better than feeling nothing at all.