Breezing through the air
A life is coming down.
The wind is the last friend
To be around.
Gentle as it carries.
Strong as it caresses.
Lifeless is the creation
As it passes.
Forgotten within the loss.
Never known in the hour.
Creation is blown to and fro
Within the stormy shower.
Cushioned along the fall,
God interferes.
“Be careful, my love one.
Your life is dear.”
Lifeless of vibrant,
I have a reason
To have you here
In this very season.
7-2-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Amazing! Love it! ❤
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PTL! Thank you, Carol Anne! God loves you! ❤
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another amazing poem Gail…….encouraging to know that God is with us through all that we endure.
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Amen! He is so faithful to remain with us! ❤
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Amen and amen! 🙂
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BEAUTIFUL GAIL!! Your poetry is a blessing to me and refreshes me!
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PTL! Thank you, Maxine! Praise His Holy name for blessing and refreshing you! He loves you, Maxine! ❤
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And you as well Gail! You are HIS instrument!
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❤ 🙂
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