Monday, July 4, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 77




Yield to the allure
of God’s own hand,
To the majesty and
Mystery of nature.
Dare to tread
My carpeted floor
‘Neath the haunting
Stillness of my
Sunlit bower.
Give thanks 
For God’s presence,
For His humbling call.
With gladdened heart,
Give thanks to all.
— Garry D. Kilbourn


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