Dancing in the winds of Spring-
Golden coils of blessings appear...
Dappled in for-get-me-nots so blue...
And caressed by my many tears;
Mystic Rainbows still enchant and ease-
In a kalidascope of multi- coloured hues...
The Sea Of Galilees coral reefs and Godly beliefs...
Paint for all of us a much clearer view;
The men who have torn us assunder...
Go against The Spirits Holy Word...
They shall not prevail but surely shall fail...
Assured in Sermons upon the Mount clearly heard;
Good Friday still makes me weep...
As His suffering was way beyond the pale...
But the celebration of His ascension on Easter Sunday...
Eases some of my deepest travails;
March 30,2010
The Essence
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