That I may publish
with the voice of thanksgiving,
and tell of all thy wondrous works.
Psalm 26: 7 (KJV)
I searched this blog, using the word voice, and found some poems. Each month, I try to review my archives for the given month. Sometimes I rediscover some poems, that I think are worthy of being shared anew. I may edit a little, as of course I see room for improvement. I also do not want to lose the voice I had at a past time.
of summers gone by
voices on the breeze
love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again
(published in Bell’s Letters Poet)
and watching leaves
I hear voices
but cannot understand
where the daffodils
Now the daffodils begin to grow once again.
The photos are by Karl.
Ellen Grace Olinger