The Promise of Spring The bleak, white horizon, o'r which the sun slowly set With warm golden rays after sunrise is met. God comforts and heals, after sorrow and mourning; Like flowers bloom from a rough, dry sapling. The bubbling brook, the wind in the trees, The song of the finch, the hum of the bees, The bullfrog’s croak and the blue jays sing, With the cricket’s chirp, the music of spring. Wings of color escape their cocoons; New life is born with each full moon. For centuries passed, the Son always brings With every winter, the promise of spring. ~ 5/4/11 |
Love this little cousin ~ Eliana 2015
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AuthorI will be the first to admit that I am not a writer, but have a sincere aspiration to articulate Truth with grace, in love, seasoned with salt. Here is a journal of sorts, or photo documentations of a journey - one currently around the world in Papua New Guinea working at the Kunai Health Center. Thanks for visiting and your support! Archives
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