There Is A God Comments

Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together. I wrap myself in shadows to keep warm. Clinging to fantastic shapes of weather, Comforted, still, by lullabies of form. Love this stanza! It tranquilizes me.

SANDRA, THEY HAVE BUILT A 27 KM LONG HADRON COLLIDER NEAR THE FRENCH & SWISS BORDER TO FIND THAT 'GOD PARTICLE'! YET THEIR SEARCH IS ALL FUTILE, SINCE YOU KNOW THERE IS A GOD, AND SO DO I! ONE CANNOT FIND HIM THROUGH SUCH EXPERIMENTS, - BECAUSE HE IS EVERYWHERE! THANKS FOR SHARING THIS POEM! -Raj

comforted still by lullabies of form....lovely melody and picture mam

A LOVELY POEM! 10 + -Raj

yea, there is God for everything! nicely interpreted! fine wording! 10+

There is a soothing melody in this piece which tranquilizes the soul...and I suppose that godliness is God...you are another Emily Dickinson... Kind Regards Indira Renganathan

the art of dying! ..............only artists deserve immortality!

A God of dying and of after-death...a God of re-birth...who saves soft memories in our new minds, and leads us back to old friends in times of need. N

yes. there is a God for red leaves and of dying, there is a God for everything, and even where there's nothing, there is still a God.

Your exquiste view into the wholeness of things is here again Sandra and showing us another way into nature.... the imagery used leaves nothing to be desired and this reads so tenderly.....thank you my friend.......from Fay.

Sandra I like short poems.Because poem is not story telling.Poem is always multi dimensional.Readers are the judge.10 marks for the 1st line.

'Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together. I wrap myself in shadows'... most touching lines these, sandra! true...there is a God for leaves both green and red alike...*10*

Yes..yes my friend. The atheist is a fraud, for no one is without faith....this fact is absolute!

Yes there is a God, nature all created by God, thankyou so much for such a beautiful read Sandra.--Melvina--

Lovely write, Sandra.. as usual..great work.. love, Meggie

The application of darting simile, and astute imagework has been & continues to be your strong suit...You set an intruiging, and captive tone from the beginning, and with each unfurling line, the conception of yet another prodcy of your broad-scope of literary skills evolves.Outstanding work, young lass! ~ ~ ~

Like the person before me, the title arrested my attention. I stopped to read and was knocked off balance - nothing that I expected. Instead I found an auro of warmth and a million ways - so characterstic of you - in which the poem could be interpreted. That's what I love about your work - the intuitiveness. Warm regards and take care

Of course, I stopped here, interested in the title. What I get is an hymn to the beauty of all of life, including the part that leads from Autumn to Winter. No trace of limit or of grief or fear from 'dark landscapes'. An ecstatic picture of comfort and, well, coziness. I can feel myself in the cabin. Yum. And obviously strikes chords in so many.

Yama is the name of that God... once he let go the soul of one who puzzled him with the question 'who am I? '

You really know how to work your way around with your words. SPLENDID JOB here! ! !