Poems of Lighthouse Bob
In White (A Tribute to White Feather, White Dove, and David White) #558
In White It's fitting that a quill of white should pen what words of love are betrothed within the heavenlies as peaceful wings of doves go navigate through providence wherein sits some divine on an ocean formed from cares and prayers and magistrates aligned. It seems that I'd forgotten those dear ones who'd gone before painting brilliance on the landscape of our values and our cores as did David kill the giants and Rebecca showered praise so the flowers of the Cherokee did foster joy for days. And I thought of them, those gone before, I thought of them with crowns in such heights that we may never know, with graces falling down in the motion of a feather, writing love notes in the sky and I thought of them, I thought of us, in white, it made me cry. God bless, Lighthouse Bob Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
In White (A Tribute to White Feather, White Dove, and David White) #558 |
