Golden upon golden,
liquid light layers,
how much more obvious
can it be that there is a
heaven and
already among us?
Upon the dark and blank
canvas,
with tender and loving
brushes,
He stroked us
into existence
and all
that surrounds us,
has never left us,
and reminders
each day,
He has rise
from the earth
and others’
divine parts,
in likeness made,
which we should
reverently celebrate
and feel blessed by
every day.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
You use the sunlight well Laura.
Nice poem. Even a weed can be majestic in the sun.
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Thank you, Gary. I do try to send out rays. 🙂
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