I Go

I wrote this poem after viewing another of Reena Walkling’s beautiful photographs. If you like photography, visit her Missing Moments blog. Her photographs are definitely inspiring! Posting this poem and photo to dVerse Poets Pub’s Open Link Night Week 32. I hope you enjoy it.

I Go 

Hiding in the dark forest

I stare down at the valley

The mountains, snow-capped

Stand in the distance…

So serene

 

Clouds, moving swiftly

Allow the Son to peak through

Gray-white vaporous veil

And behind it, I see…

His eyes

Photo courtesy of Reena Walkling

Not moving, barely a breath

Yet knowing I cannot hide

I sense Him… searching

Tenderly calling, and then…

His touch

 

I go

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

28 Comments »

  1. Pat Hatt said

    All the hiding in the world can’t help you escape sometimes, nice verse.

  2. You have put beautiful words into a beautiful picture 🙂

  3. one of the first steps… is to go… lovely

  4. smiles..i often find him out in nature…and love that his eyes cast to and fro for me…and for you too…but you know what i mean…

    • I know, Brian! I wonder, did you see the eyes in the picture?
      Thanks for the visit and comment!

  5. Mysteriously spiritual… beautiful!!

  6. We can run all we like, but, there is no hiding place, is there!
    Lovely write for one of Mary Ann’s photographs Charles

  7. Yes nature is the perfect church.

  8. Heaven said

    Beautiful and meaningful post….I think we can see Him in mountains and trees ~

    Thanks for sharing this (I chose the other mountain picture) ~

  9. Sherry Mashburn said

    beautiful, Charlie

  10. Lovely, Charles. The sun/son very well done; you carry it off in a way that is not gimmicky. K.

  11. Mary said

    Charles, I liked this poem very much, and I see Him there too in nature, and I feel His presence by reading your words..

  12. Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this…That is a beautiful photo as well! Creation is so amazing…Have you seen this video?

  13. Gay said

    No better cathedral than the God made ones..even Michaelangelo and all the pink marble in Italy can’t compare. Beautifully and prayerfully written. Thank you!

  14. shanyns said

    That touch, oh yes that touch…thank you for this!

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