Sunday, February 21, 2016

Poem for a Sunday

The leaves on the trees
Gently flutter
Sun light on my face
A glorious display of creation
Creativity, what a word
To describe the world I see
The Creator has created
Such a beautiful array or
Color and majesty
Such cannot be found anywhere else
Not a mind of imagination can
Replicate what has been
Already created
Glory to God
Our Lord and Creator
Such beauty on a Sunday

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