When clouds hailed hurt, your harmed and crippled bloom retired into itself, nursing its grudges; now snow piles on icy insult and forces heart’s hibernation. But beneath the soil, where only worms are witnesses, Roots reach needy fingers deep into solidity; when life smiles again, you’ll be ready.
When clouds hailed hurt,
your harmed and crippled bloom
retired into itself,
nursing its grudges;
now snow piles on icy insult
and forces heart’s hibernation.
But beneath the soil,
where only worms are witnesses,
Roots reach needy fingers deep into
solidity;
when life smiles again,
you’ll be ready.
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Sweet encouragement. This was a kind of God-nudge for me today. 🙂
Wonderful! I love it when that happens… 🙂 Thanks Tina.
Loved the ending, Melody . ..the being ready! God bless you as He nudges and you write!
Thanks Debbie – what a nice way to view writing! 🙂
A big YES to that.
Thank you! 🙂
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