gently the leaves cradle me
blowing wind to and fro
weaving lake-water scent
over my memories
seeping into today
the first time God spoke to me
lime greens dance softly
and daddy was there
suddenly, no more
ocean waves now substitute
that two year olds glimpse
and beaches become
filled with sand castles
of child's play laughter and
my endless desire for You
blowing wind to and fro
weaving lake-water scent
over my memories
seeping into today
the first time God spoke to me
lime greens dance softly
and daddy was there
suddenly, no more
ocean waves now substitute
that two year olds glimpse
and beaches become
filled with sand castles
of child's play laughter and
my endless desire for You
So lovely!
ReplyDeleteYou bought some books, huh?
V
yep...
ReplyDeletegonna read 'em too.
yep, yep.
So beautiful, and so very very sad.
ReplyDeleteYou are an incredibly talented and brave lady. I respect you tremendously. I have visited your other journal but never felt adequate enough to leave a comment. But I just wanted to say that you're an inspiration to many, Christine.
God bless, and thank you for visitng my journal recently.
Maryanne