Friday, January 21, 2011

Spring Is Coming

What appears a pruning unto death
May not be,
But the shearing of the old, the spent,
That new blooms may blossom forth.

Take heart;
Green canes, though bare,
Proclaim good news:
Winter will not always last;
Spring is coming.


  1. Isn't it amazing how He can make all things new? Even me. Thank You, Jesus.

  2. I sent you an e-mail about this poem...


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