Joys, Blessings, and Poetry

Sharing What Brings My Life The Greatest Joy Through Poetry

When winds drift in caressing my face,

All my problems vanish without a trace.

Music if flittering leaves hold

My senses captive in its cheerful folds.

A walk in His garden refreshes me

The power of nature do I see.

My gloomy mood seems to stay away

When I breathe in His bouquet.

His sunsets create a work of art,

The colors and majesty steal my heart.

It’s with this last calm scene of the day

I whisper a prayer for its display.

As I sleep, my spirit takes flight

And soar into welkin amid auras bright.

I circled white clouds as my Joy grew

In hopes of touching His face, I flew!

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