AT REST - poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 21 Feb 2008
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At Rest

After tumbling
backwards
across a fallen
bough I planned
to sit upon
I contemplated the
possibility of a harsh
arrest, and I did
with a forceful
thump, thankfully
only my hand felt a
sharp stab of
piercing branch.

As I lay in full stretch,
the clouds above
peeked through layers
of Autumn leaves
those trembling aspen
reflected God’s
gift to me, all within
the comfort of His
Blessing.

© Richard L. Provencher 2007

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Prayer can come from one's lips anytime. When I fell backward on my daughter's ranch in Alberta, this wonderful, sunny day, I surely thought I would really hurt myself. I was searching for a ruffed grouse (in a nearby copse of woods) which scampered nearby and I lost my balance. Thankfully the trip backward ended well. And I said, "Thank You, Lord." RLP
Richard L. Provencher