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Death becomes her, highlights power In this final golden hour; It takes strength to grant demise To Less, that More would be the prize. Solemn spill, these dreams that fall, Graveyard draped in leafy pall; Wail she will, while pain is fresh – But soon, her bones will gain new flesh.
Death becomes her, highlights power
In this final golden hour;
It takes strength to grant demise
To Less, that More would be the prize.
Solemn spill, these dreams that fall,
Graveyard draped in leafy pall;
Wail she will, while pain is fresh –
But soon, her bones will gain new flesh.
OH my goodness ! “To grant demise to less, that more would be the prize ” Taking that in awhile! Bless you and thank you!
I’m in a season of letting less go to gain the more. It takes a lot of courage and faith, to see that there is something better ahead. Bless you as you gain greater things, too!
I suppose one has to have faith like the tree that growth will come again.
We have such a short growing season here that the growth comes at a frantic pace. No one could keep up their growth at that pace. Like trees we need seasons of slower growth or even rest to balance the process. A season of slower growth or no progress at all will be followed by future gains. In my humble experience it has proven to be true. So yes- faith that once again there will be good after seasons of loss is a big part of our growth as human beings.
You have reminded me to forgive the apricot tree for its complete lack of fruit this spring. 🙂 Forgive, and provide it with some more nourishment.
Oooh. I would so love an apricot tree. They don’t do well here. 😦 Be extra good to it for me!
Ok, it’s a deal.
Now this was moving and powerful
Thanks Joanne! 🙂
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