Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




I stopped listening to the babbling of a brook!

I crept silently into a nest to look.

At wee hours unfeathered fledglings who lifted up their head,

Expecting each moment some morsel to be fed…

I laid upon the grass and look up at the sky.

I watched the images of white clouds as they drifted by.

I wondered how sun could warm this mighty earth!

I knew within my depth of soul that it was one of God’s birth.

I climbed a mountain high, up to its craggy heights.

I looked over its wonder and saw mighty sights.

I watched children play hide and seek.

It seemed as if the world stood still beneath their feet.

Ah, friend, open up your eyes and know.

No one but God can make these things so…

Only God could mold the earth and hold it in His hand.

He made it all, blesses it all, and gave it human!! …




Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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