Where Pussy Willows did Flourish...

I, will, always remember,
that mid-summer’s morning,
when, my eyes, and my heart,
gleamed, a field, where,
pussy willows did flourish!

And upon such fields,
did I witness the love of God,
and the grace of the birds,
and the many other creatures,
that lived there, and were fully nourished.

I, will, always remember,
the sun, the wind, the clouds and the trees,
spanning my horizon, my vision so,
celebrations of that life we’ve been afforded,
beholding a promise that can never be broken.

And to such a delightful remembrance,
my heart shall cling to, ever, forever,
praying that I may return there, at any time,
whenever my faith may be weak, tired,
in need, of a loving word, or blessings unspoken..

I, will, always remember,
the fields I knew, where pussy willows grew,
I, will, always rejoice in
having been Mother Nature’s child true.

 

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