Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Perfect Poet...


On my way home the fields deepened
From golden lakes to purple seas
On my way home a perfect poet
Wrote across the sky with ease
No words were needed to express
His depth of love, on my way Home
The Master breathed upon the west
And wrote for me a perfect poem

Janet

2 comments:

  1. God's world has such beauty. He indeed is a poet..with or without words.

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  2. Oh indeed, Mary!

    My son was with me and he said, Mom you seem to see something beautiful everywhere'...I was o-o-hing and a-a-ahing at the snow-covered trees and the sky;)

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