winds
of despair
wrap around
dreams
like
dust devils
swirling
around
god’s light
but when
the winds
subside
the light
spreads
through
the sands
of time
reaching
every corner
of fear
and
we
can still
hear
the laughter
of children
at
play
ignoring
the grown-ups’
foolish
games
of war
Thank God for kids! their innocent hearts encourage the bitter hearts to love the world
“ignoring the grown-ups foolish game of wars”- very realistic. and true.
If only it was the other way around.
True, children will always play. Love your photo!
Hopes, dreams, and memories are part of what sustains us. Love the pic, remember those blocks
and the children shall lead them Isaiah 11:6, love this Charles.
“When the winds subside the light spreads through the sands of time”… we forget who we are…
A delightful reading, thanks.
Too bad we have to grow up. Have a nice night. :)
Heart-warming.
But who’s playing dice with the nursery blocks?
Who’s moving the scooter girl from street to street,
buying up all the hotels, taking chances?
As always Charles- Great poetry
yes we can. I like that about life and the mind…. the ultimate choice of experience…the intention to exist in a world where laughter is the loudest noise