DEMANDING SHE IS NOT
It matters not the place from which you come,|
Or where your station lies upon this earth.
Your presence is rewarded by her grace...
She spreads the glow of promise to your soul.
No withered vine will she impart to you,
But roses blooming on their fragrant plumes.
The plains in which to run she has prepared,
While mountains each await your feet to climb.
Her oceans and her seas now wash you clean,
In waves of deep compassion flowing free.
Each season of her time will nurture you,
With eyes to see the wisdom of her care.
By night and day she speaks your whispered name,
And calls you...come and drink my grapes of wine.
Demanding she is not, but gently asks
For your respect and love to be her due.
Written for the Form Over Substance challenge
Form: Blank Verse
By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved)
|This week in FOS we're asking the question - What form of poetry
am I? The answer determines the form used above!