by Marijo Phelps
3/13/2009 / Poetry
I see your gentleness
In the morning sun,
Through shutters,
With fluttering shadows
Of rhythmic waving oaken leaves
I feel your softness
In the warm peacefulness
Of an August afternoon
Turned autumn
Though only for a day
I remember other lives
I have lived
With fondness
Knowing had I not been there
I wouldn't be here now
And I know,
That as yet
For every yesterday passed
I still have
At least one tomorrow.
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About Self
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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