Sunshine through the maple is a bit too far for warmth
Golden leaves raining down must die to feed the earth
Each new little breeze catches yet another chill
Patches of ice and dust come and go on the window sill
Deep inside the mother, life is waiting for the spring
Songs of new beginnings must patiently wait to sing
Harvests brought much bounty to the kitchen and the heart
Piles of wood are waiting to heat the winter hearth
Why, oh why, Dear Journeyman, do your eyes hold a sad tale?
Has not every trial brought joy worth the travail?
Has not every autumn been followed by the spring?
Tho winter comes between and threatens life it seems
Grow weary not with coldness, find cheer in all that glows
Long not too long for futures, life has joy yet to bestow
In each gifted moment, in each waking day
The past should not dishearten it should cheer the clearer way
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4 comments:
Dearest Amy, In my opinion, this is one of your best writings yet. I am awestruck at the magnitude of your talent. You have been gifted far above most. There is something very great in store for you or at the very least something great in store for all those who have been fortunate to have been a part of your life. I, as a result, feel loved and greatly blessed by God, for he counted me worthy to be your mother. God must love me tremendously for wedging me tightly between wonderful parents and wonderful children. My father passed something on to you. I only wish you could have known him. You would have loved him. He was a close as anyone I have ever met to being god on earth. He would have loved you. You would have loved him. You would be his pride and joy. I love you with all my heart. I love you deeply.
Love Mom
How very sweet of a tribute to Amy, Faith. And a beautiful blog Amy, welcome back!
Amy,
It is so nice to read your writings. I am looking forward to reading your thoughts and outlooks into the souls of us all.
Love you,
Jason
Nice to see you back! Very well written and very beutiful! Thank you for paiting such a wonderfull picture. Love you all, Diana
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