Faith’s Aubade

On By dorahakIn Church, Poems

Clouds plume, trees spire
Moonshine bathes hills in dewy light
As I drive on singing wheels.

You, Lord, church me finely
Pewed wholesome in Your raiments
Organ glory-beaming oceanic

And thunderous, brothers at hand,
Sisters in arms, love-drawn,
Monergistically Spirit-grown, to thrill,

To peace-dine, to Son-shine,
Eternally heart-scribed, Beloved,
to glorify You who inhabit the praises of Your people.

Meet up on the poetry trail with Grace at dVerse who invites us to use certain word-play techniques to create our poems.

8 thoughts on “Faith’s Aubade”

  1. Beautifully inspiring poetry on singing wheels! Love the “church” verb and pairing of words from glory-beaming to peace-dine to heart-scribed. Thank you for joining in and wishing you a good weekend.

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