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Thursday, April 14, 2016


In my yard there blooms a flower
Making beautiful it's space
The sun shines down upon its petals 
It's speaks to me of grace

The clouds roll through to intimidate 
They bring dark shadows on glory
Yet standing helpless in that shade
Courage speaks a deeper story

Then comes the wind in power 
It threatens to destroy
That flower holds on tightly
Reveals to me its core 

The floods they come in torrents 
It's washing all the pain
The flower closes petals
Its roots drink up the rain

The flower opens up once more 
To radiate the sun
To speak to all who will notice
That joy is sure to come.

"Weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning" 


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