Beautifying

Rolling hills were really made
To be rhymed
And you were made
Same Creator divine

A poet should tell you
Attest
It’s God
Breathing through their heart to pen

Fine-experience Art
Bursts every joy bank
Burgeoning sensitivities
Nostalgically notifies
Living in the stomach
Still
Silent
Awakens the mind in a moment

Epiphany
Jubilee
January
Isaiah forty three nineteen
Beholding the new being done by He
To go wherever Holy Spirit leads

I’ll walk down the hill all the way to the sea
To see where this story leads
A story that speaks hopefully
Sounds like a loving pulling wind through your tree
Wears like a common pair of jeans
With jewels at the seams

Clear like glass just cleaned
With mystery a bouquet at your door to leave
A sign to read
A noble seed
As a goal written by dream into reality
As a prayer at first wake is a clever deed
First line to speak

“Father I come before You today by the blood of Your precious Son Jesus“

RM

12:11 pm 17 jubilee January (NZ time) © 2025 Rachel Marie V. All Poetry, Design, Fine Art