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Thursday, July 21, 2011
All is Well
He wraps me in translucent arms
When life is cruel and crass
And vices of a thousand charms
Have shed their tears of brass
The emerald of a summer hill
The sweep of azure sky
The moon at night when all is still
His tender lullaby
I touch with pure abandon
The blooms along the lane
A perfect hapless garden
Of wild-flowers in the rain
And should the far horizon
Grow dim beneath life’s hurt
I’ll walk earth’s summer garden
And bathe within its dirt
The blur of life's unkinder truths
Fade just a little then
We all must tread upon this earth
The numbered days of men
He wraps me in the tender charms
Of summer’s verdant dell
And cradles me within His arms…
He whispers, all is well
Janet~
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