Wednesday, January 16, 2019

622

YET
Love is blind, yet i can see
Mountains, where clouds sit,
On a sunny clear day. Yet they
Disappear in misty apparitions,
Yet they remain, unseen and i
Unseeing know, and wonder not,
For they are there.

Yet, warmth sees me, then i can be snow

Warmth of sun, I cling to honing
Divine presence. Yet somewhere,
Snow lays her magic like a blanket
Cold and white. Yet someone dons
Mittens in pairs to catch
Snowflakes falling. Yet to reap
The Rewards of divinity.


Blog hopping with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~
Life: Paradox And / Or Balance


16 comments:

  1. Reaping the rewards of Divinity. A wonderful thought!

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  2. Thanks for your appreciation Sherry

    much love...

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  3. Our life begins and ends with this "Yet", no doubt. In between we have all those laughter and tears. Love those closing lines, our ultimate destination.

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  4. Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

    Much love...

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  5. I like the way that word 'yet' is the fulcrum of your balance, Gillena.

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  6. It is always a joy to see the world in all its wonder, quite a reassuring gift in fact. I just wish more would appreciate the earth and not treat it as expendable.

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    1. I certainly agree Robin. Thanks for your appreciation.

      Much love...

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  7. "Yet" is profound. It makes the invisible visible. And clinging to divine presence enhances what we see in the sun as well as what we know is in the fog and snow. Beautiful.

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  8. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    Much love...

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  9. "Love is blind, yet i can see" that is pure magic! Like also the idea of unseen yet we know they are there. A wonderful balance.

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  10. Thanks for your appreciation Khaya

    Much love...

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  11. Life is all about "yet". Beautiful poem, Gillena!

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  12. Thanks for dropping by Sara

    Much love...

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  13. Love is blind, nothing sees clearer or deeper than loving eyes. Such wonderful contradictions...

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  14. It’s a nice poem, but I can’t beleve you know about snow and mittens ;)))... I barely remember it, now that we spend the winter in Florida!

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