Sandra Heska King

daring to open doors

Cornucopia

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The wave starts

from the west

and fans east

rounds the curve

and travels north

rustling applause

cicadas chirp-cheer

geese honk above

and tasseled heads

bob and nod

He is good

abundantly.

“Fields of golden grain in the land,

cresting the mountains in wild exhuberance

Cornucopias of praise, praises

springing from the city like grass from the earth.

May he never be forgotten,

His fame shine on like sunshine.

May all godless people enter his circle of blessing

and bless the One who blessed them.

Blessed God, Israel’s God,

the one and only wonder-working God!

Blessed always his blazing glory!

All earth brims with his glory.

Yes and Yes and Yes.”

Psalm 72:16-20 (Message)

Written yesterday breezy morning as I sat on my daughter’s porch waiting to take my grandgirl’s first-day-of-third-grade pictures.

Linked today to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.

Comments

    • Sandra says

      Thanks, Glynn. It went from breezy to oh so windy as the day wore on. I had to break a tree apart that had fallen in my daughter’s lane in order to take Gracee home after school.

  13. Gay Cannon says

    I grew up on the high plains. I have often experienced this. There’s a special indescribable sound that accompanies those waves quite different and more chilling than those of the ocean but when you’ve lived by both you know they’re connected. Beautiful. Thank you for posting, Gay (@beachanny).

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