I lift my hands
But you lift my soul.
As the autumn breeze stirs the dry brush
I mourn the loss of color,
But you prepare a place
For the splendor of spring
And its bounteous increase
While using the seemingly dull and sad fragments
As manna.
I close my eyes and look with my soul,
Taking a deep breath
I can almost smell the increase,
The new life,
As I smile at the beauty
Of eternity . . .
With YOU.
By Martha L Shaw – Copyright 10-22-12
Lovely poem, thank you for sharing. It put a big smile on my face.
Best wishes. 🙂
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Thank you so much! Blessings!
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Beautiful!! I love a change of seasons…always encourages me to press on…God is always at work!
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Amen! Thank you so much!
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