Written and published by Jean-Louis
http://thelightseed.blogspot.com
The dreams of youth germinate
Into cocoons of silky threads
Patiently woven over seamingly endless years
Butterfly wings overburdened
By teary clouds
Find their final abode
Among fading flowers
Gathered in passing
Memories collected
In our music boxes
Loosen their fleeting hold
To awaken yet again
The dear voices of the past
And the steps of the dance
Wind down and fade
Discreetly behind the curtain
Up and away the soul flies
in a flutter of wings
Up and away the soul flies
in a flutter of wings
Then, later on, the box opens again
And the notes chime anew
On the shelf of remembrance
Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:16
For, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall" I Peter 1:24 NIV (©1984)
Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:16
For, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall" I Peter 1:24 NIV (©1984)
Jean-Louis
Exquisite!
ReplyDeleteI have read through many of your fabulous Spiritual Poems and will come back to read more of your 'Seasons in the Life of a Christian.
ReplyDeleteLove it and feel my quickly assembled compilation of my life held in my Blog...is as detail-free as I can write. I apologize for my wordiness. In a world with brief patience and like children, preferences toward images instead of words or information! I agree with the commenting person above...& because God loved David's Psalms,I feel certain that God loves poetry such as these and your love poems...of a Christ led man. :)
Your poems are each exquisite, with delicate nuances, a reader can sense and emotive, but not duplicating what others may have attempted. I admire your work of carefully selected words, my Brother. Thank you for sharing them with us.
This is a time and season when topics of ugly things such as death, evil, anger, promiscuity, violence & fear are what appeals to the remaining readers now.
Believers have discovered that poetry and other true gifts of language seem lost to time.
As a writer/reader most of my life, I find that appreciation for art not as dark as most of today are familiar with
Dear Unknown, maybe to me, but certainly well known by the Father of Lights and our Lord Jesus. I appreciate your visit and your taking the time to leave a gracious comment and kind words of encouragement. If you have a lot to share, I don´t consider it wordiness. No need to apologize, really. I just posted another poem, newly published after updates revision, but in reality 11 years old. It was written in the US.
DeleteThe update, I felt was needed after the period of adaptation to my new country, language and culture. I am always interested in seeds, roots and growth, hence the images that are not present in the original French.
The original poem was really lyrics for a song composed by the author and composer Tom Jobim (Girl from Ipanema0 for the anniversary of his passing a few years ago. So now you know the rest of the story. God bless you.