Forty words:
Colourful feathers
adrift on the breeze
started me thinking of Jesus.
Simple feathers
made by God's hand...
wonderment never ceases.
Columbine petals
dancing around
started me praying to Jesus.
Five pretty petals
made by God's hand
whose glory ever increases.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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