In my world that was so large
When I looked closer
I knew a Greater Power was in charge.
No matter how small the item
No matter how tiny a thing
We can see the Creator
And hear Creation sing
In my mind I traveled
Under the mushroom dome
I sat to enjoy the view
And knew that I was home
For Poetry Jam
17 comments:
The wonder of creation and the power of love and care. I am amazed every time i see a spiders web. Beautiful words and i can feel your heart.
yes home it is...and to feel the presence of the Creator..beautifully woven words
Wow. Such power in your words. Hope you're putting a book together. Have I mentioned that before? :)
how cool would it be to see the world from a micro perspective...to see all the intricate detail of hte little things....
and i totally agree on the touch of the creator found in all things...
LOVE IT!!!! truly i do.... you are sitting there wit a toads eye view and i agree 100 percent with your poem
Excellent . . .
There is just so much in this photo and poem to enjoy - great job :)
true we can see the creator and hear him..beautiful words Gail
Amen! That's nice. How can we not look at everything in this world and know it was Created?
Now you have me thinking of gnomes.
Home sweet home, it is absolutely!
absolutely loved this........mushrooms have always fascinated me this way.....
It is not hard to imagine a world's view from under a toadstool- how tiny we must all look to Him. Yet he knows every grain of sand. I love your poetry- I agree with Empty Nester- I hope you are putting these all into a book.
Wonderful poem, Gail. ♥
I just love this thought. It is mot always the vista that is wonderful but what you see when you look down or in small corners of the place you stand now
Quite wonderful this visit to the world sitting under a mushroom!! Good take on the prompt!! Thanks for posting this.
Mushrooms! What an interesting and somewhat funny approach. Very nice write, Gail!
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