God’s Beautiful Creations

Gods  Beautiful Creations short poem

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Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head

As I rise
And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY,
Of the the beaming sun,
Come up into the skys.
The moment is so incredible
There are no words to describe it,
The awesome way I feel,
It’s like time,
Just for a moment,
Was perfectly still.

GOD made so many perfect creations
Like the stars,
Placed just right,
And they glitter with such BEAUTY,
Every single night.

Then the MOON
It’s in its special place,
With just a hint of light,
So romantic and bright.

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Im a 61 year old GRANDMA of soon to be 11 grand children. I have two children. Ive been writing since the age of 14. One waspublished in COLONY,TX newspaper1982. I had a poem call ed LIFE published in poetry anology book of butterflies 2011. I write poems to give as gifts. I believe GOD gave me the gift of writing,singing. I sent a manuscript to TATE PUBLISHING. should be published in three months. My thirteen year old grand daughter. KATHLYN BADGET. Gave me the encouragement to write the book. That's titled GODS PATHWAYS THROUGH LIFE.
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Preeti
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Indeed, the glory of god in all of nature’s beauty is so obvious to the human eye! Beautifully said:)

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