Yesterday, I was at a friends house and got to see these lovely pearls. Look what beauty God has made. And to think that each of us is more precious than one of these. Hard to imagine. Poetry month is almost over. My back is slowly improving. That's all I know for now. Relax and enjoy the weekend. That's an order. And if you have the time, write a poem!
Lift
Lord,
sometimes
I’m
in pain, but
your
world is
wide
and filtered
with
sunlight
in
places where
cool
streams Flow.
Lay
me down
against
the mossy
rocks.
Wash
me
in clear waters.
Rinse
all but
my
essence away
and let me soar.
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