Like the rainbow after the storm,
the perennials blooming
year on year
in the garden,
the fallow forgotten places
once tended by loving hands
So too the Father’s love
there whether tended
or forgotten
sought or rejected
He will forget us not
offer redeeming grace
whenever we remember
and ask
June 12, 2007 13:21
the perennials blooming
year on year
in the garden,
the fallow forgotten places
once tended by loving hands
So too the Father’s love
there whether tended
or forgotten
sought or rejected
He will forget us not
offer redeeming grace
whenever we remember
and ask
June 12, 2007 13:21
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14 June 2007
Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.
Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.
It is of birdsong and misty dawns
and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.
The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.
The first water birds head out for the far shore.
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