May 16, 2014
Now the flowers comfort me In the piercing sorrow of my soul, A song-bird trills its melody As summer leans into the fall. Winter here is beautiful With bracing cold and drift of snow. The Lenten roses break the lull Of sleeping rose while fierce winds blow. I must wake to another Spring Of beauty more than eye can see But progress is another thing Is there still capacity For inner change towards the Light, To cling to truth and hold God tight.
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