Sunday, September 29, 2013

AND COMES THE SPRING

Set soul to sail on ageless wind,
floating light as dead brown leaf
left to God where flights might end.

And where I'd land I'll show no grief
returned to dust beneath the snow
for spring shall bring it's warm relief.

 Then once again on life's green tree
I'l thrive as God renews what's me.


                      --Monty Wheeler


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