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| (Cheat River) |
Yesterday and every day before
She waited for me to come
Today, no one waits.
My soul retreats like sap
in dormant trees of winter
I wonder
Do they feel the whipping wind?
the chill of draping snow?
the heaviness of the dark?
They're telling me to rest
in hope of spring to be
when winter's work is done.
But unto you who fear My Name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in his beams and you shall go forth and gambol like calves released from the stall and leap for joy...Malachi 4:2
3 comments:
Beautiful meditation...God heals the heart and restores our soul. His joy gives strength for the day.Rest in His care and bask in His lavish love for you!
praying for you, Carolyn from Alberta
Beautiful and insightful. Well said, Sharon. You have a gift for poetry. I have been enjoying your trip down memory lane of fb lately. Pat Hertzler
Your poem was a heartfelt pause for me, Sharon, in thinking of mom when she was here, everyday, but sadly is now gone. I guess the resulting greif of her loss must take its course in whatever form of winter until spring does its bidding. Makes much sense, Sharon, to feel, rather forlorn after a period of a regular everyday when she waited for your arrival. It was very good and heartfelt to stand with you (as it were)for this moment of pause...Thanks much for sharing! David K.
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