Sunday, December 17, 2006

Providence gladly shown upon her
And as naturally as the plant drinks the rain,
She accepted her place-- the call delegated to her
Knowing fully the obstacles ahead.
This did not shake her
As she knew to accept what was meant to be
Apart from what she may have otherwise feared.

Pain comes, Fear attacks, Age cripples
We lose the ones we love

But these are as a tree shedding its leaves
Winter sets, but the tree doesn't die
It lives despite these ravages to share its joy in Spring, crowned in green
When the world basks in glory and life.


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