Falling Poem by Minerva Agriam

My heart couldn't believe,
There are blessings of miracles,
Falling upon my tired feet.
It doesn't matter where I am.

Falling for my nourishment,
Are seeds from heaven,
Growing plenty flowers and trees.
Bounty scattered painting the world fertile.

Falling transparent from above,
Glorious manna, foods for the Angels,
Man endowed love and providence.
Blessings of eternal care from the Father.


(3/25/03. 3: 00 p.m)