Diana Irish Poems

The birds, the squirrels, a sunrise, and a good friend
A walk through the woods hoping it would never end
Time of peace, time of joy, a campfire shared
Two friends, the simple things, just being there
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God has a special way of weaving all things
Into a collage of colors that He brings
He weaves them into the day all bright and new
He weaves in each color like me and you
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