Breathe in, drink your fill of sweet air. Draw in color like shades of beautiful character expressing God’s own.
What traits of His do you see reflected now in your own mind?
Look, the blossoms bud once again, though once dead, now bloom, violets and glories of the morning.
Trees mighty, their strength towering above and beyond, drawing life up from the deep.
Pictures imprinted, embedded. Your thoughts reflect these images.
Take them forward with you, these gentle whispers breathed into action, like smiles, kindness and prayers.
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As I read your words, I vicariously experience the sweet aroma of Spring air filling my lungs… your poetry is truly “a breath of fresh air.” Love you, dear Deb! ❤
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I love the tone of serenity and gratitude. It is contagious.
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