Saturday, November 9, 2013

 


I take comfort in the dying of the year: the brightest leaf will fall.
And then the long white-blanketed sleep of winter.
I cannot think we step from this life to instantly dance with Jesus.
Give me a season to rest from what is past,
To rest for what's ahead:
A new beginning of eternal spring.
Posted by poetreehugger at 8:34 AM

2 comments:

  1. PerpetuaNovember 9, 2013 at 8:48 AM

    My belief exactly.

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  2. poetreehuggerNovember 9, 2013 at 9:39 AM

    Hi, Perpetua. I haven't commented to your blog, but I have been thinking about you, and I hope recovery is going well and you will soon be back to more posting on your very enjoyable blog.

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