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Beauty from Ashes
Teardrops on the window… Fitting for the grief. Revelation of what was supposed to be Never, in reality existed. Fiction. Fantasy. Mirage. But underneath it all, there is a core. The Source within has never faltered, never wavered. Darkness never overpowers Light. This day a door has opened. The opportunity to ascend and go forward is presented. Run with the freedom, the knowledge, the expectation That in front of you is a prize. It is right at your fingertips, and nothing can hold you back. The hurt from yesterday No longer rules today. Unkind words have no basis in Truth. Today all is new and obstacles are in the past.…
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Anthem
The cosmos sing – and the reason is You. Their music reaches Your ears. They cannot cease to exclaim. Clouds dance in ballet patterns. Birds join the chorus. And below, in waters deep, creatures lift their voices. The heavens are telling the Glory of God. Your orchestra is filled with stars playing their lucent strings. Kings bow down. My heart is soaring. I stand in wonder at the beauty You give us. For Your glory…You are the reason…
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Trailways
When the sun came up today It showed the way – and it was clear. The trail was bright, illuminated and interesting. Nothing will hinder the course set before. Today is like no other. No yesterday. No tomorrow – Merely now. – RG
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Snow Time
The whisper of a wind swirls in the trees. Footprints are erased From softly falling snow. This evening has no haste. Finding joy in hidden moments. Feeling hope within. The life that we are given – All because of Him. Thank you, Lord, I thank you – For more than just a day. Your birth, Your life, Your heart Gives us the Truth and Way.
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Thanksgiving
When I start, it is easy to keep going, Hard to stop. Thanks pouring out without reservation. Gratitude filling every empty space. Wonder flowing, Love shining. Let today be just the beginning. – Rose
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September – by Helen Hunt Jackson
The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian’s bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook, From dewy lanes at morning The grapes’ sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather, And autumn’s best of cheer. But none of all this beauty Which floods the earth and air Is unto me…
