And With It The Freshness Of Everything Poem by Shalom Freedman

And With It The Freshness Of Everything



The rain comes
And with it the cold wind
And with it the freshness of everything
And I fighting my way through it
from Shul to home
after the early morning minyan
know once again
how light beauty happiness come so easily together
in simply being out in God's world.

Monday, December 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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