If it wasn’t for the storm
Would the dead wood remain standing?
Without its rain,
Would the pond still refresh my thirst?
Would the grass still grow and cushion my footsteps?
Would the garden still feed my body,
Feed my soul?
If it wasn’t for the storm,
Would I still see the sun and feel its warming rays?
Rejoice!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2013
So well said, Martha! A wonderful post…
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Thanks so much!
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You are welcome as always, Martha!
Steve
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