Poetry

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See the Glory

In the lovely month of May,
when snow has gone away
I dream awhile of June
and roses in full bloom.

Before I turn around
July is on the bound
I feel like I could cry
from high temps & cloudless skies.

While I'm trying to adjust
I find myself in August
dreaming of May flowers
and days I'd hoped would end.

Here's the moral to my story-
may we look to see the glory
of each day before it ends
to never come again.

"This is the day the LORD has
made; let us rejoice and be
glad in it.". Ps. 128:24

Barbara Thompson Young

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