A Child - Poem by chuck Hurley
Kernels not nourished lie asleep
A mind silent in the miraculous deep.
Seeds must lie in soft pilant and waiting
It is God's time not dormant or abating.
Each seed requires moisture and blest to grow
Exposed to the creator in tides to come and go.
We have it when we have it and so the feeling
To savor the furitful truth as so revealing.
Soon life to savor while waiting for God'd sun
A gift blest with spiritual energy from the holy one.
We must take what we receive
Gifts of life and a strong faith to believe.
From the creator our universe has come
A world can never be a world without the gift of a sun.
Neither a soul against itslf lie
Else the words sour and we will die.
Our belief is within ourselves and with the one God
A creator greater than love and we but shadows in the sod.
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