Tuesday, February 18, 2014


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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! 
Bring us to new life in You! 
Re-create our souls to bring glory to You alone!


  1. Beautiful!
    I love this - "We are waiting to burst into new life..."
    God bless!

  2. 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!

    1. Cynthia, 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!