CHORUSES
My lips quiver to monotones,
Day in, day out, they chant
Of Hail Mary's.
The surcease of doubt,
In the face of hope,
Like blooms of Poui hallelujah.
Greet thee Easter chords of my chant.
Then sing these choruses,
Then repeat your reply,
For this plan of creation,
It is His, not mine.
CHORUSES © gillena cox 2018
Revisit
4 April 2017
4 April 2015
April Four - transformations
Prompted by Brendan; challenged: For today’s Poems in April challenge, write a poem about the vantages available to you. How many selves sing for you... Show us the panoply or use one persona to introduce us to the whole.
That beautiful yellow tree is a most apt backdrop for your poetic voice.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully serene and eloquent!💜
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Sanaa
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I love your song, and yes, we are rarely asked about creation. He will have to be responsible. Beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Annell
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Very beautiful. And I love that yellow tree, which is a testament of faith in itself.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Sherry
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Beautiful. Yes creation is His. Gorgeous song.
ReplyDeleteLove the magic you create.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Bjorn
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I say yes to these beautiful words also and the yellow tree is very unique. :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in L.C.
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Nevertheless you may honour yourself for being the willing – nay, joyous! – mouthpiece.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Rosemary
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Super sweet. Lovely to think of these island Easters. Thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Karin
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The perfect image for your beautiful poem. When I traveled to Panama, I believe the tree in the photo was what the called, the sunshine tree.
ReplyDeleteOh nice☺ Happy you dropped by Susie
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