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| "WELCOME" |
| "SPRING'S AWAKENING" |
| The grim grit of winter's grip starts to ease it's grasp. The snow melts and droplets pelt dead grass under glass. Birds call and bugs crawl. Something new is stirring. The stale scent of nature spent gives way to rivulets purring. In the deepest darkest part warmth is seeping through. Little rustles in my heart show hope is waking too! I don't recall such a distant fall in all my grown up days and I yearn for mercy's turn like the ground needs the sun's rays. So spring slips slowly, soft, and holy inside and out. I can't but smile all the while. My creator is about. BY DAVID LOOMIS COPYRIGHT 2000 |
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