Just as frost makes pearls from pain and covers plain with glory,
So your faith can glean the grain within your painful story;
When you feel the pinch of frost, the sting of cold rejection,
Know one day when it has lost, you’ll be a grace confection.
Not much to look at,
Not much to eat,
Nothing to brag of
When sharing a feat.
No tow’ring forest
With branches to show –
But she’s planting a Now
So her Future can grow.
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We all start somewhere. We all start small.
If we sow a little kindness,
It could feed us all….
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 