Wednesday, July 20, 2016


Why am I lost
Amongst the daffodils
Swaying in sweet breezes
Above the trickling rills
As I wander
Across the florid hills
And point and snap
The clouds
To make my stills
Of God's skyscapes
Above His rampant earth?
Because it helps me
To sense my true worth,
Freed from oafish extremes
Of glut and dearth,
At one with wonders
That can bring rebirth.

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