The Weather Inside   Leave a comment

Neither time, nor season’s ill advance

Could dissuade my thoughts

From thinking thus

Summer comes

Of this I’m sure

 

Striving for anything but this soaked, and frozen land

Reminded to go inward

To bask upon the faith-filled shores

Of imagination’s offerings

 

Summer days may seem far and out of reach

But God, how near, You always are

 

 

db

 

Summer PlaceSigned

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