Blossoms in springtime
Stars in the night,
Bouquets of flowers
And diamonds so bright.
Songs sung by voices that
Know your heart well,
Reach for me
Touch me
My God loves me still!
Lilacs of “thank yous”
Breath of fresh air
Whispers in darkness
Warm summer air
These are my sonnets
My answers to prayer
These are the things
that lighten my care
About Me
- BrownEyedGirl
- Only a reflection as in a mirror,an image.A form of what is, what we see or perceive of who we are. Yet,Promised so much more. Now,we know in part. Then,we shall know fully. Breathe,the warmth of Your Breath on the glass of my soul.Leave the fingerprint of God upon my mirror. So, when others draw near to share a breath of life,a moment,they may see the mark of God pressed on me.Breathe and it will appear not because I put it there.But because I've been touched by the hand of God.No reflection will be seen past the mark He made.When others look in my mirror and breathe. -cjb
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