#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
His Will is always globally good.
Although, not always, equally understood.
This is my Wearth. A little bit of your Heaven... here on this dirt.
Paint me your wonders.
My only hope is to brighten and splash color to this canvas.
Bringing all your Glory, through this vessel and back to you.
Let me be Your picture to perfect.
This sod is ripe with clay
Mold me to your perfect day.
Always room here. I presume you'll stay.
One day, Never again three, but one day and every day.
Home free with thee.
Can we paint Will's wearth?
The heavens light up.
Every day we on earth lift up.
The heavenly skies shine over a blue hue. Through the birds I hear you.
Beauty in all, and every one cloud and one sod.
None are the same. You show your fame.
The sky is reminiscing with the stars. Your shadows are not far.
From east to west and my North to your South.
My summit your Will be. If you alone let it be... today in portage.
The gardens begin with a seed.
Deep within the soil you bled.
Love was definitely spread.
Sitting here on this bench... I feel your presence.
The Earth is intense.
My wearth to you must be immense.
The wild flowers dance all around.
I hear the blue singing with robins, cardinals, and obviously the hound.
Oh my, what marvelous surround sound.
The rooster did crow.
Heaven is every where and every one Love is around.
Amazing you see. We and Earth with Rock and trees.
Garden... Picture if Will please.