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Beauty by L. M. Montes

What is beauty?
A visual of mountains, streams, and lakes?

Is it a flower?
Those precious colored jewels, our breaths they take?

Is it the ocean waves spilling across the sand?
A sound so smooth and brings us sleep?

Does it come in the form of a sweet scent?
From flowers’ scents to baked pecan rolls, a taste we keep?

What form does it take?
Any form to you and me from Jesus hand for us to see.

Posted in Poetry

Water’s Edge by L. M. Montes

Quietly by the shore
The waves roll softly o’er my feet.
I gaze out upon the sea,
Diamond like sun crystals
Twinkle on mirrored waters.
Clouds, pillowy puffs,
Sweep gently across an ice blue sky,
Sea blown breezes whisper through my hair.
In the distance, seagulls,
Swooping and swaying,
Sing their victory song.

Tis joyous to see such beauty,
When inner thunders storm.
Like rains of hurricanes,
Wind whipped blows—-
Seem to never cease.
But this glorious creation of sunlit skies,
Which God Himself has sent,
Has blown away my inner
Typhoon and laid my fears to rest.
Breathe fresh and breathe free,
Let go of all showers of yesterday.
Let all flow out to sea,
Never to return and bother.