Ears of corn


Golden kernels shine and smile

in even rows they beguile

an art collector’s shrewd eyes,

marveling in awe he sighs.


In all its valued humbleness

an ear of corn is priceless

because of its perfection

due to divine selection.


By such beauty deeply stirred

I see a wonderful world

revealing itself to me

as a precious gift for free.


Such vast abundance divine

is doubtlessly a true sign

of Universe’s grand plan

to shower blessings on men.


Let’s all grow in awareness

It’s a question of fairness.

God’s gifts are for all you see

May we share more you and me.


Come, it is never too late

It’s time now to celebrate.

Cornfields reflect in our eyes

while songs of praise reach the skies.

Dear Marghertita,

Thank you for blessing us with another wondrous poem.

May we appreciate God's divine gifts.

Love,
Inda

Thank you Margherita for embracing us with perfect beauty and wisdom.
You are truly an inspiration.

Love,
yoko

quote:

Originally posted by dear Margherita:
...Come, it is never too late

It’s time now to celebrate.

Cornfields reflect in our eyes

while songs of praise reach the skies.

Amen and aah-woman! (yes, that Stimpy is a cat! Sooo happy one too)

Beautiful poem dear Margherita! Thanks!!!

I hope I won't be too .. corny ..



American Indians revere their corn too!



Have you seen blue corn?


Thank you for sharing the TASTY topic! OK, I have to be corny: These are called Corn Rows

if they are done right, they are tight! Ouch!

Love and light being, Teo Do (re, mi, far...)

Dear Margherita,
Thank you very much for sharing your beautiful and deeply touching poem with us.

Love,
Vicky

Dear Margherita,
It is a pleasure to read your beautiful poetry again. I am very happy that you are able to access Givnology and the internet again. Whatever would we do without you?

Love,
Sue

Thank you Margherita.
It is a great joy for me to read your
beautiful writing.

Sincerely,
Gisele

And thank you all my dear friends once again for your heartfelt welcome back and for the loving replies.

I couldn't resist the perfect beauty of those wonderful corn cobs we bought.... and ate! But the pleasure really began by looking at them, by touching them, by peeling them, by inhaling their sun fragrance ...

Love to all!
Margherita