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There Is A God
SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

There Is A God

Poem By Sandra Fowler

There is a God of red leaves and of dying.
He traced dark landscapes on my window pane.
Spare and beautiful the sound of crying
Libations of black coffee, drops of rain.

Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together.
I wrap myself in shadows to keep warm.
Clinging to fantastic shapes of weather,
Comforted, still, by lullabies of form.

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Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together. I wrap myself in shadows to keep warm. Clinging to fantastic shapes of weather, Comforted, still, by lullabies of form. Love this stanza! It tranquilizes me.
SANDRA, THEY HAVE BUILT A 27 KM LONG HADRON COLLIDER NEAR THE FRENCH & SWISS BORDER TO FIND THAT 'GOD PARTICLE'! YET THEIR SEARCH IS ALL FUTILE, SINCE YOU KNOW THERE IS A GOD, AND SO DO I! ONE CANNOT FIND HIM THROUGH SUCH EXPERIMENTS, - BECAUSE HE IS EVERYWHERE! THANKS FOR SHARING THIS POEM! -Raj
comforted still by lullabies of form....lovely melody and picture mam
A LOVELY POEM! 10 + -Raj
yea, there is God for everything! nicely interpreted! fine wording! 10+


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