Looking at Parables

Morning rays shine

  With warming love;

Swaying trees stretch

  Toward heaven above.

Cheerful birds in chorus

  Offer their praise.

Looking at parables

  Each of my days.

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Black clouds come,

  With wind’s strong roar.

Dead limbs crash,

  In union no more.

Little sparrow falls,

  Wings no longer raise.

Looking at parables

  Each of my days.

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Whether cloudless sky

  Or drops of rain;

Sown seed growing

  Or bringing no gain;

Be it gathering flock

  Or owl’s lone gaze.

He says that I am

Looking at parables

  Each of my days.

One Comment

  1. Nitoy Gonzales July 30, 2013 at 3:18 am #

    cool stuff!!!

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