The Words Whisper

They’re dancing again,
Speaking of your glory
So, I look away, for I praise wanting gain.

It’s like I’m in chains
away from your glory –
They’re dancing again.

I am ashame, so I try to regain
a heart to praise without weary
So, I look up instead of away to learn how to praise without wanting gain.

I hid for my shame remains
Still they danced gracefully like a beautiful story –
Oh – They’re dancing again.

I, my Lord haven’t praised but complained
About what could be in life if I hurried
So, ashamed I am, for I praised wanting gain.

I praised, hoping to receive no pain
In life – But the trees, Oh My Lord tell a good story –

And oh, They’re dancing again
Now, I look closer to see how I can praise without wanting gain.

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Thank you my dear friend for reading this poem of mine. It started as a Villanelle but found its way to something else.

The end of the week is near as it is humpday, and I hope you’ve enjoyed things thus far. The poem you’ve just read was written on a Napkin last Sunday while I watched the trees danced, and was edited on the Big O Mac Book 🙂

Till Next Time,
gkgaius
Deo Volente