How the sunlight glittersOn the rainbow wings of the darning needleDarting hither and thither through the garden greensHow the early summer wells up from the earth’s verdant soilRich, loamy and teeming with lifeHow, left alone, nature sings a beautiful songA… Continue Reading →
Are there traces of GodIn the clock work turnings of the Sun?The formation of clouds?The tumult of the rains? Does He work within the rooted plants?Hide behind thickets of thorns?Is He like a windblown scentThat sends the dogs a baying?… Continue Reading →
When I am goneOrchids will still bloomThe moon bright will still rise in clear dark skiesFoxes will still glide smiling through the woodsWinds will still blow amongst the trees and grassesThunder will still rollRain will still fallWaves will still dance… Continue Reading →
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