To Infinity and Beyond.

Goldfinch60

I sit on the hill looking at all below,

The fields of green

So many shades,

More than my mind can count,

Each one distinct.

Each one separated from each other

By lines of stone walls,

Walls that go for miles.

Crossing each other,

Crossing in a myriad of angles.

The occasional space where gates stand,

Gates upright and closed,

Gates slanted and broken,

Gates on the ground,

Acting as a path or bridge.

Within this land stand trees,

Only here and there,

Windswept and alone,

Alone with nature,

Alone in its own world

As I am, as I survey my world.

Alone with nature,

At one with its glory,

And wonder.

I wonder at its beauty,

And know that It will be with me,

Be with me as my Spirit rises,

Rises above my life,

And continues,

Continues to infinity,

To infinity and beyond.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2017 01:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Michael Edwards

    Well its great thinking and along similar lines to my own posting today - conjures beautiful imagery.

  • orchidee

    Bit of hyperbole = exaggerated statement of 'infinity and beyond'?! heehee. I know what you mean though. You must mean watching Neighbours. Well ,that feels like it's been on for infinity!
    There's a hymn: 'Even eternity's too short to praise you'. Erm, will we know when we get to the edge of infinity, that 'the 'beyond' is next?

  • WriteBeLight

    I feel like I am standing outside looking upward and feeling so small against the great beyond. Great work Goldfinch.

    • Goldfinch60

      I often look up and wonder. Thanks for your comment WBL.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      "I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea # From the fishing at Dingle to the shores of Dunardee # I miss the river Shannon and the folks at Skibereen # The moorlands and the midlands ~ with their 40 shades of green !" I'm sure you've been to Ireland GF ~ it is there your really see the tru GLORY og GOD's CREATION ~ in 49 shades of GREEN. Thanks for reminding us ~ How great is our GOD ! BRIAN

      • Goldfinch60

        The Nature and the beautiful world is there for us all, God has given it to us so that we can wonder at its glory.



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