Poem 115:

Flowers from Temple Square, Salt Lake City

the Miracle


Love is the miracle
where the blossom
in the midst of the abyss
sets a table for all
that each may find
life a plenty,
not empty

© 2013 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

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  1. bennetta faire

     /  July 26, 2013

    Wow, I love the beautiful reverence in this one.

  2. So quiet and gentle. . . . Anne . . . . Namaste

  3. kdavisfanclub

     /  August 5, 2013

    Brilliant 🙂

    • Thanks! (Enjoyed the poems that you posted today )

      • kdavisfanclub

         /  August 5, 2013

        I noticed, I appreciate the encouragement, I feel honoured to have the attention of such a talented poet such as yourself, sir. Keep smiling and keep writing 🙂

      • And you also 🙂

  4. kdavisfanclub

     /  August 5, 2013

    Subtle yet somehow profound.


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