“Called by Spring”, a poem from L.Willows

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Sink my heart in the beauty of
Springtime grasses, blossoms’ love.
All that whispers life anew
Seeking softy, the dawn, the dew.

Wearing sunshine on tips of buds
there, in joyful hope, I see
all of life in a reverie.

Sink my heart in the beauty of
this the warmth that blossoms love
sweetened wonders, rise in a lift.

There I walk in such mystery’s drift
soaked in color, hues that sing-
songs from nature, calling by spring.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Revelation 21:5
And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.

Lamentations 3:22-23
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Isaiah 43:18-19
Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

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waking to Isaiah 43:18-19…from LWillows

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