Rains
Refreshment found
In watching
The grass grow
Sipping coffee
In silence
As I wait
For your words
To lift my soul
Resting
And realizing
Not every day
Will be great
But with breath
I start again
To be worthy
Of the call
I’ve been given
The call
I pled
Not to have
Is the one
I now
Live out
Please don’t
Tell Him
What is
Not desired
That is
What you
Will be
Asked
To fulfill
My life
Of service
Starts
With a whisper
That becomes
The undeniable roar
Until obeyed
No saber esperar está a virtude.
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Um domingo feliz … em paz e amor.
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“” TALVEZ UM DIA ““
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Peace and love during these times, Rue. Thanks for your lovely comment on my post.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Betsy
Beautiful Regine as always!
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Sunday my friend!
Not every day can be great, but hopefully this one will be for you. Happy Sunday, Regine. :D
ReplyDeletesuch a pretty poem, i enjoyed it!! it also reminded me how much we need rain. it has been 39 days since we have had any rain in new jersey!!
ReplyDelete...peace be with you, Regine!
ReplyDeleteLovely, darling!
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday!
xo,
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Pretty poem! You have a way with words.
ReplyDeleteTake care, enjoy your day and have a great week ahead.
Muito lindo! beijos, tudo de bom,chica
ReplyDeleteYour words are beautifully arranged to speak through your heart. Blessings, Regine.
ReplyDeleteThe whisper becomes a roar . . . Love this imagery, Regine!
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday, Regine. As usual, beautiful words!
ReplyDeleteSo good to read your words.
ReplyDeleteNice
ReplyDeleteAmen!
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