Posted in Poetry

When….. by L. M. Montes

When I am among beauty,
I am among my Maker.
For He is beauty,
and a passion partaker.

When I am lonely,
I know he is there.
For He tells me so
in the trees so fair.

When I get gifts of love,
I know He giveth to me.
The touch of His hand
is His guidance so free.

When all of life comes down,
I look to the heavens high,
to see wind’s wistful breezes
with his breath’s uplifting sigh.

When I look upon you,
I see the truest love.
For this, the ultimate gift
is what he giveth from above.



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