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In the midst of a snowstorm
I remember the
long forgotten daffodil bulbs
planted last fall,
just waiting to burst
forth into bloom
at the first touch of the warmth of spring,
and I
smile.
Like the daffodil,
we are all waiting to burst forth
into new
life
at the gentlest touch
of our beloved Creator's hand.
Stretch out Your hand, O Lord!
Stretch out Your hand, O Lord!
Bring us to new life in You!
Re-create our souls to bring glory to You alone!
I love your poem!! And what a great time of year to be reminded of the daffodils! May we all break into new life with the "gentlest touch of our beloved Creator's hand." Ahhh, so lovely Anne. Thank you for sharing your amazing talent with all of us....God Bless you always friend!
ReplyDeleteCynthia, this is high praise coming from you! You're the most talented poet I know, especially when it comes to poems about God's hand working in nature. Thank you so much!
DeleteThank you Colleen!
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