Summer dying in the west,
Sunrise craft by nature blessed;
Autumn sculpture, Artist’s grace,
Season’s child is fair of face.
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Summer dying in the west,
Sunrise craft by nature blessed;
Autumn sculpture, Artist’s grace,
Season’s child is fair of face.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Gorgeous picture and grace-filled words!
~ Wendy
Thank you Wendy!
Honestly, I don’t know how you do it, Melody–from glory to glory, genius and brilliance surpassing each other every day. I work hard at my writing–but that’s all I have to do, basically–you, on the other hand, have a life to attend to as well. Marvelous, miraculous–and we reap the rich benefits! God bless you–love, Caddo
Thank you for your affirmation, gentle Caddo. It means a lot to know that there is benefit to those who read my words. I benefit from the writing – and it is very special when other hearts can use these words as food for thought as well.
The odd thing is that I’m never overcome with jealousy–guess that’s a God-thing, too! Today, your writing and a couple other blogs blessed me to near-tears (but part of it is that I’m like a 4 yr old when I don’t get enough sleep–fussy, and make mountains from invisible ant hills)–
Wonder-wow-ful! 🙂 I always say I am a 4-year old with adult social restraint. I FEEL like having a tantrum every time I go to Wal-Mart- but have the skills to deny myself the luxury. (At least, so far…) ha ha
You’re very brave to shop Walmart, Melody–I dare say that would tap-out my day’s allotment of grace. I think I showed remarkably improved “adult social restraint” today–our only dryer (for 10 units) was hardly putting out heat, so all of my laundry is still hanging about my apt, drying. I could not reach anyone in management, which amped up my irritation–but that may well have been God intervening, to keep me from blowing my testimony to bits…
🙂 Here’s to God’s wise intervention! 😉
HOw do you do that???
🙂 Words flow around in my brain as word pictures all the time – it’s kinda fun, really. It seems to be my ‘thing’. There are a LOT of things that AREN’T my ‘thing’. I guess some of them are yours?:)
well – not many left after you’ve had at them.. grin. amazing… really.. wish I could play around in your brain for a while!
Maybe you could clean out all the closets?? 🙂
grin. Is there a poem for that?
Never thought about it – probably there is! *giggle*