At the edge of the yard
Near an old Dogwood –
I looked at the mountains,
I’d climb each one if I could!
A gentle wind begins to stir,
And it’s as if it said:
“Do whatever you can,
But life, don’t ever dread!”
Then my eyes were opened,
And my spirit was raised –
I am not promised tomorrow,
And it’s only God I’ll praise!
It’s a beautiful day . . .
And the reality of life I smell –
The mountains can wait,
But the truth I’ll have to tell.
Epaphroditus© October 31, 2023
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