The Sky is Blue

I wrote this poem, after just looking outside my window.
It's spring now in England, and eve though we do get showers every now and again, the sky is clearing up, the temperature is increasing slowly. Mornings aren't as dark or cold as they used to be , and I'm grateful . I looked out my window, I was about to carry on tidying up , but I paused for a moment and just appreciated God beauty, 3 birds flu across the frame and I thought, : 'What Beauty !' I just had to write.




The sky is blue, full light anew.
Flooding the gates of my soul.
As I kneel to pray, Your Spirit in everyway
Yields me, You take control;
Three birds fly across my window scape ,
I know Your trinity. Now I will escape.
Into Your Arms forever, strength and might.
Into Your heats endeavour, never again to fright.
No safer place.
No realities of space.
The facard of this world glides over me,
And indeed now I truly see-
What You have instore for me.
A life of true riches. Bright and full of love;
You alone, then that of others
Your Son You sent from above.
Help me to live this way, always looking to You
Help me to trust and obey in everything I do.
Guide my steps, renew my sight, with each and everyday,
Not by my strength do I receive my might,
Deal Lord show me the way.



By Lakechia Jeanne DoPoetry©

Take the covers off the light,

May I see as it ought to be.

Remove the dim from the night ,

As I move closer to Thee.

Perfect my eyes' blurry sight,

As unclear as things may seem,

This world compared to the Next,

Will be nothing short of a dream.

- Lakechia Jeanne

Dose of Poetry©