Weeping leaves like golden tears
Kissing gently frosted ground
Beneath gnarled tree; soft under feet
A golden carpet spreads around
Frost has loosened holding stem
Breeze has caught them in her breath
Sets them on the dewy grass
Like golden coinage of untold wealth
A tree once stood in leafless form
No crown of beauty could it wear
For on its trunk cruelly nailed
The Son of God was hanging there
Weeping blood like crimson tears
Flowing softly to the ground
Beneath gnarled tree at His feet
Peace for my soul was finally found
Golden leaves of a carpet deep
A golden path that I tread
Soon to walk a golden street
With a golden crown on my head
Colin Moffett
Wow, this is so beautiful Colin. thank you for introducing me to your Blog. I will be following it and reading your beautiful poems.Thank you so much.
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