"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no more. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." Jeremiah 20:7-10
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Sun and Weeds
the sun kisses weeds in the meadow licking early morning frost from the leaves in a passionate act of love known only to me and the unseen wildlife
A friend of mine has just started a blog. She, too, expresses her love of God through poetry. You may wish to check it out: http://simplegrace-hihonz.blogspot.com/
This is lovely! You truly have a way with words! Your gift shines through...in your blogging, your poetry and your prayers.I'll have to check out the site NC Sue left, too.
It's good to know that something loves the weeds! There's a metaphor in your poem there for sure!
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ReplyDeleteA friend of mine has just started a blog. She, too, expresses her love of God through poetry. You may wish to check it out: http://simplegrace-hihonz.blogspot.com/
This is lovely! You truly have a way with words! Your gift shines through...in your blogging, your poetry and your prayers.I'll have to check out the site NC Sue left, too.
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