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Rustling leaves swirl with
debris all around
Worn faces sag to reflect the turmoil in town,
Frantically hurrying as they rush here and there,
Prized treasured dreams vanish up in thin air.
Melodious sounds in
treetops high above,
Reflect the nightingale's song of intimate love.
Miracles of our Creator show love so much,
Displaying examples of heaven's glorious touch.
? Be quiet; be still and
look up and down,
All is not lost in this bleary, sad town.
God's glory is revealed and seen all the while,
Shining ? to a cold world in a child's brilliant smile.
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2003 by Virginia Rodreguiz
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May you be blessed today.
Bob Johnston
Editor / Publisher
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