Oct 2017
With morning’s dawn and dew,
the blades of wet grass beckon
unto me, to cleanse… soiled
soles; as I stride across the
silence of greenery, wondrous
sparkling of unknown diamonds
mesmerize my gaze; the wealth
of my existence is enhanced,
as I envision Christ, before
His disciples, bent over their
feet… ready to humbly serve.
the blades of wet grass beckon
unto me, to cleanse… soiled
soles; as I stride across the
silence of greenery, wondrous
sparkling of unknown diamonds
mesmerize my gaze; the wealth
of my existence is enhanced,
as I envision Christ, before
His disciples, bent over their
feet… ready to humbly serve.
Dedicated to David Thane Cornell
Inspired by:
John 13:1-17 and
David’s poem “SECOND CHANCE”
SECOND CHANCE
When God came calling face to face
In a fatal circumstance,
Breast to breast in His embrace,
He promised me a second chance
To let me ring the morning in
And dine on dawn and dew,
My running feet to press and bless
The grass I'm passing through,
The potent wine of joy to flood
Like a bubbling spring,
Warm hosannahs in my blood
That make me want to sing.
-- from The Science Of Waiting,
Poems by David Thane Cornell.
Learn more about me and my poetry at: amazon (dot) com
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Inspired by:
John 13:1-17 and
David’s poem “SECOND CHANCE”
SECOND CHANCE
When God came calling face to face
In a fatal circumstance,
Breast to breast in His embrace,
He promised me a second chance
To let me ring the morning in
And dine on dawn and dew,
My running feet to press and bless
The grass I'm passing through,
The potent wine of joy to flood
Like a bubbling spring,
Warm hosannahs in my blood
That make me want to sing.
-- from The Science Of Waiting,
Poems by David Thane Cornell.
Learn more about me and my poetry at: amazon (dot) com
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
