Funny…I never think of storing up grace…that reminds me of manna hoarded.. grace comes daily for me in the mercy drops, new each day to meet the daily need…..
Seeds remain for new spring and new life unending…
If she had dropped them, cold and snow could have harmed them.
So she holds on to her pearls and will not cast them before swine.
Or perhaps she’s hoarded a bottle of wine
and will have a merry old time…
But I’d rather think she is divine. π E
Funny…I never think of storing up grace…that reminds me of manna hoarded.. grace comes daily for me in the mercy drops, new each day to meet the daily need…..
A lovely perspective… stored manna goes bad. What happens to stored grace? π
Seeds remain for new spring and new life unending…
If she had dropped them, cold and snow could have harmed them.
So she holds on to her pearls and will not cast them before swine.
Or perhaps she’s hoarded a bottle of wine
and will have a merry old time…
But I’d rather think she is divine. π E
Nice interpretation!
No, nicer poem… You Rock, Melody!!!!
π Thanks…
I like the idea of stored up grace.
Me too – some days seem to call for more, don’t they?
Oh absolutely.
A warm wonderful feel – even in the cold!
That’s Rosy – she has pink-tinted glasses that don’t let her feel the cold! π
LOL π
Oh I’m lovin’ this big-time, Melody!! Stored up grace, treasure chest full of goodness and maybe some romance…Sapphire snow suits me just fine!!
Thanks Caddo!
What a blessing for us, going into long winter days and nights . ..knowing Grace will see us through! Thank you!
It is always sufficient unto the day – whether we feel it there or not. Oh, so much to learn…