... found in the dale of sweeping groves that have shown the innocence of time|
Spring to harvest golds when long before there came a cities growing prime
Towers and steeples of a neighborhood, in fields or corners where they stood
That life and love drifts leisurely under tree-lined arching walks and talks unhurriedly
When returning to a gentle breeze somewhere deep inside, we see another day to seize
'How good life is' oftentimes articulates, timeless truth we've sought, so much is great
It all depends upon the beauty of us all and deem as most satisfying thoughts to recall
God bends our mood and shapes our countenance; some new born days, some remembrance
As ever life can be retraced back when, if a sojourn pleads 'Remember me again..'
Taking the time to sit awhile under leafy bowers without rush of pressing crowded hours
Or stroll 'long shore lined gurgling foam while seeking rest within a psalm or poem
Then emotions visage bends and finds release, wrapped in words ... gifts of perfect peace
And when gathered thoughts combined and entwined within the balance we have sought
If swept away in whirlwinds raining tears yet life holds the hand ... that lights and cheers
I am, part of who you are ... believing love can see ... many visions that He wills to be
While filled with better sense ... while strengthened by this confidence.
'..being confident of this very thing,
that He who has begun a good work in you
will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ'
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