10-03-2017, 05:54 AM
First revision
Sometimes God Speaks to Me
when I see someone I used to love—
or a ladybug lands on my hand
or a sparrow knocks at my window
or I see rainbow beyond the highway—
Not Joan of Arc in a literal sense,
but flames.
~~~
Original
Sometimes God Speaks to Me
Not in a Joan of Arc literal sense,
but when I am in the midst of
30 year old memories from fifth grade
and wondering why I was so afraid
to die back then—
or when I am trudging along my day
wishing I had enough time to do
what I wanted as well as what I needed—
and when my ears turn red
and when I catch my tears with my cheeks
and when I see someone I used to love—
a ladybug lands in front of my hand or
a sparrow flits at my window or
a rainbow appears beyond the highway—
and I am reminded to smile.
Sometimes God Speaks to Me
when I see someone I used to love—
or a ladybug lands on my hand
or a sparrow knocks at my window
or I see rainbow beyond the highway—
Not Joan of Arc in a literal sense,
but flames.
~~~
Original
Sometimes God Speaks to Me
Not in a Joan of Arc literal sense,
but when I am in the midst of
30 year old memories from fifth grade
and wondering why I was so afraid
to die back then—
or when I am trudging along my day
wishing I had enough time to do
what I wanted as well as what I needed—
and when my ears turn red
and when I catch my tears with my cheeks
and when I see someone I used to love—
a ladybug lands in front of my hand or
a sparrow flits at my window or
a rainbow appears beyond the highway—
and I am reminded to smile.
~~~
DivineMsEmm / aka Emily Vieweg
Blog
Poetry is a matter of life, not just a matter of language. ~~ Lucille Clifton
DivineMsEmm / aka Emily Vieweg
Blog
Poetry is a matter of life, not just a matter of language. ~~ Lucille Clifton

