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O' Blue Skies of Childhood

Updated on January 24, 2017
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When Theresa writes poetry, the inspiration comes from her or her family's true life experiences, which results in dramatic poetry.

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Remembering from a Child's Perspective . . .


O' blue skies of childhood,

Where have you gone?

As seen through a child's eyes

Your infinitely azure skies,

Offer a continual surprise.

O' blue skies of childhood

Where have you gone,

Under which I joyfully played?

Thank You, thank You, is what I did say.

Please come back to me, is what I now pray.

O' blue skies of childhood,

Where have you gone?

Nowhere are those skies of sapphire.

The ones I do so most desire.

O' blue skies of childhood,

Where have you gone?

You were most assuredly there.

Am I now just no longer aware?

Blindly, I continue to stare.

O' blue skies of childhood,

Where have you gone?

O' dear child, You reveal, aging eyes do not despair,

Over things seen which are not so fair,

For the blue skies of your childhood are still there!

O' blue skies of childhood,

Where have you gone?

O' dear child, You reveal again,

Your vision clouded by the world's deception

Has given you an altered perception.

O' blue skies of childhood,

Where have you gone?

With childlike praise, now, I seek You first,

For it is You alone, dear Lord, I really adore.

There they are, in their entire splendor,

O' blue skies of childhood.


© May 28, 2006 Faith Reaper (All rights reserved)


O' Blue Skies of Childhood

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I wrote this poem during a time of when everything in the world did not "appear" new and fresh in my eyes, and I just began thinking of what a beautiful color of blue the skies were when I was a child ---they just seemed to be brighter and more vivid, but then of course, that was only my perception at the time I wrote this poem, which was on May 28, 2006!


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      Joseph De Cross 4 years ago

      So diaphanous and clear is the sky grom our childhood that get us closer to our maker. You have taken us back in your journey. Precious moments seen through a child's eyes. You have capture the essence of pure love, that afterwards is given from up above.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. Such lovely words brought back so many memories.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Yes, as a child, I would just be in awe of His creation, and being he knows my heart, he would often open my eyes to a continual surprise! Thank you for your comments. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Thank you Gypsy Rose Lee, and I am so glad my poem brought back so many memories for you. I wasn't too sure while writing this one, if anyone else would appreciate it. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I never saw this....and I see it's five months old....well, I'm here now, and this was beautiful work. You did a wonderful job of bringing memories to the surface, and instilling a heartbeat of love into your work.

      Peace and happiness always,

      bill

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      Patricia Scott 4 years ago from sunny Florida

      Faith Reaper....O, this was written with so much passion. Our child's eyes see the beauty in such a pure and vivid way that time sometimes causes us to see no longer until we are able to see once again.

      This was as I would expect from you....your Friend in Christ. ps

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hi billycu, so lovely to see you here! Thanks so much, billybuc, yes it was one of the very first poems I had written here back in April, when I joined HP, and being new . . . well you know. I do love that one can post older hubs on the new profile page to see if anyone would read more, now that one has more followers - helps a lot! I do so appreciate your kind words here billybuc, as this is one is special to me for a lot of reasons. I appreciate your visit. Have a lovely evening. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hi dearest friend in Christ, Pstraubie - So lovely to see you visiting here. I appreciate your kind comments so much, as this poem is really special to me. I respect and admire you as a writer, but even more so as the beautiful person you are in Christ. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hi billybuc, so lovely to see you here! Thanks so much, as this is one of the very first poems I had written here back in April, when I first joined HP, and being new . . . well, you know. I do love that I can post some of the older hubs to see if any more traffic will generate to them on the new profile page. I do so appreciate your kind words here, as this poem is very special to me for many reasons. This is also the poem that was stolen by that Big Ezime ? spell thugs, and others starting having there writing stolen too, and I was so distraught, as this poem I had actually written long ago and the thought of someone stealing it was not good. But then, lord de cross stepped in and saved the day and shut those guys down, real quick like. Praise the LORD for lord. LOL I do so appreciate your visit here as always. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Movie Master 4 years ago from United Kingdom

      Your words are incredibly beautiful - a very moving piece of poetry, thank you, voted up and shared.

      Best wishes Lesley

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hello Lesley - I appreciate you and your visit here. Thank you so much for leaving such lovely comments and for the vote up and share. As I have stated in previous comments, this poem is very special to me and it was one of the very first poems I published here on HP, but it did not get much traffic, as I was new to HP. It really "seemed" to me that the skies were so vividly blue when seen as a child, than they are today, but yesterday I so enjoyd playing with my granddaughters under those blue skies of their childhood! The new profile page is helping to get those hubs noticed. Please stop by again. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      With childlike praise, now, I seek You first,

      For it is You alone, dear Lord, I really adore.

      There they are, in their entire splendor,

      O' blue skies of childhood.

      So truly beautiful and thank you so much for another gem.

      Lots of love.

      Eddy.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Eddy,

      Thank you for digging up this one, as it is one of the very first poem I published here on HP. I am glad you like it.

      I appreciate your lovely comments here.

      Hugs and love, Faith Reaper

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      Faith,

      this is wonderful poem. When we are child, we want to become adults, we play daddy and mummy. When we grow old we act like child, we cry over petty things.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hello Vinaya,

      So glad for your visit here this day. Yes, your comments speak of much truth, I must say!

      Thank you for your kind words, and I am glad you liked my poem.

      Hugs and love, Faith Reaper

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      A lot of deep meaning. There is that in all our lives I think though remembering how a simple childhood looked. Wasn't everything beautiful and I remember my first granddaughter just weeks old looking so amazed at the leaves and sky and thought, yeah that's my girl!

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Yes, Jackie, I remember... and my granddaughters did that same thing one beautiful Sunday afternoon when they were here visiting. We were just out in the backyard and it was such a beautiful day and a large bird was flying over way up high into the skies, and they both were just in awe. After the bird was gone, they kept looking up to the skies and the tops of the trees as the gentle breeze was blowing through the trees.

      Yeah, that's right!

      Thanks for the lovely comments here.

      Hugs, Faith Reaper

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      Missy Smith 19 months ago from Florida

      Your poem is aces Faith! I loved it and identified with it tremendously. It's so easy not see the beauty of God's earth and sky, when there are so many ugly things we live with. However, it is when we can stop and look around at the wonders; like the sky and even the trees, anything such as that, that we remember the wonder of it all. Just like we did as a child with no worry. :)

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      Faith Reaper 19 months ago from southern USA

      Hi Darlin' Missy,

      For sure, and I am thrilled you identified with this poem. I believe it is one of the very first poems I published on HubPages, and it is very dear to me, just because I remember I had written it during a difficult time in my life, and I swore that the skies were not as blue as they were when I was a child. Now, I realize it was just my perception of things and how false my thinking was during a time of strife. Funny how our minds work and how that one ...the enemy can whisper those false imaginations into our minds, and we believe the lies! I am so glad I realize the skies are just as blue as they were when I was a child because my darlin' grandchildren have opened my eyes once again to the truth.

      Speaking of blue skies, I am so excited and thrilled that September is upon us, due to living in the Deep South and now in the mornings the air is so fresh and one can actually breathe due to the reduced humidity! September and October are two of my favorites months of the year (along with early Spring) due to the beautiful azure skies and cool air without humidity strangling us.

      Thank you for leaving such a fantastic comment to add much to the topic of this poem. I just knew you could relate to my message.

      Hugs and blessings, dear heart

      (I am still not getting any email notices that I have a comment on my hubs, so I am grateful for the statistics page under comments that show up!)

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      Missy Smith 19 months ago from Florida

      I love the Fall months Faith. They are just the most refreshing to me; It's like a clean up from the smoldering Summer; when the leaves fall and the wind blows and open our senses of self back up. That's how I see it anyway. I would love to go somewhere like Vermont where the leaves change so vibrant before they fall.

      As far as your poem, It was just where you were at in your life that made you write it in that way, and that's poetry. You tap into your emotions in the now; that's the beauty, and then later you sometimes get inspired to write how your mindset has changed in a more positive way. I love that about poetry!

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      Faith Reaper 19 months ago from southern USA

      Hi Missy,

      So nice of you to return here. Yes, refreshing is the perfect word to describe the fall months. Vermont is surely to provide a color wonderment like no other place with all the changing of the leaves. What a feast for the eyes that would be!

      You're so right about poetry and the time and place we are when we write it, and then go back to read and remember how we felt during that time. I love that about poetry too.

      I hope you are enjoying your Saturday morning thus far.

      Hugs

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