My Heart Has Asked of Me

My Heart Has Asked of Me

By the stream, my heart asked me:

What are feelings, if not truth?

Do the trees sing their song when the wind blows?

The spider web sways with grace and ease.

As you journey on life’s winding paths,

do you hear me whisper softly to you?

The clouds above bear witness to our conversation.

When tears fall, who sees your shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call echoes with a sense of mystery.

Sunrise is a wondrous gift, but sunset is just a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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