The hidden treasures of the heart
That lie beneath the mountain's brow
Are often brought to life by the poet's pen
We sometimes wonder how...

The mantle of God's precious love
Begins to caress the heart and soul
With wondrous words given to the flowing pen
We find true essence of the poet's role.

Comforting thoughts began to gather
As sunshine amidst the storm
Gentle south winds begin to blow
As warmth of the heart begins to form.

Though they be words of silence
Their inspiration may linger strong
Musings shared with others
Lingering treasures all life long.

As recollections of the heirloom quilt
Treasured squares trimmed in shining gold
All weaved and bound together
That made a precious whole.

Like threads of life with a gentle touch
Entwined from the poet's heart
Pages to lift and bring joy
Oft' leaving an etched work of art.

As days of the week pass swiftly by
With hope for a new Sonrise
We long for words from the Master's hand
To fill our spiritual eyes.

As poets began to ponder
With delight they take their cherished pen
To form a page of the heirloom book
Soon will be time to send them in.

With anticipation, comes the day of joy
We enter into the heirloom view
To the beautiful new collection of poems
Treasures of "An Hour With You."

"Dedicated To Lady Gayle"

Danna Robinette
11~20~08
E-mail









 












The main image is a courtesy of
http://dirk.holoweb.net/~liam/pictures/oldbooks/pictures-of-old-books/

Music: "The Dawning Of The Day"
Traditional Tunebook
Irish Tunes
"Midi files sequenced by Barry Taylor."
Copyright By Barry Taylor
Used With Permission



Hit Counter