Fragile thought is like a bird--Evading eyes but always heard. Wonderous elusive creature!With intricate and el'gant feature!Away he jumps straight into flight, If ever he’s caught in my sight. Perched upon the window sill Attending to his wondrous trill, Too late I tune to hear his songHeard so quick, then quickly gone. Seen from the corners of my eyesHis home the whole of
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Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning
February 16, 2021
Quiet Reflections on a Saturday Morning
My eyes flicker openSleepily. Warm, golden lightCasts a magical hazeOver my room. In this moment, There is no time. I can picture myself Many years in the future, In the place where everyone knows my name, and I am loved as dearly as the moon, For there, In the future, We all reflect the Son. I breathe slowly and peacefully. There is no rush to be anywhere,or to do anything in particular. If
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