Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Friday, March 9, 2012
When Summer Returns
Dare my heart speak when the summer shines Through cotton curtains, through shifting blinds, Dare my heart say a word, or sing Of things so temporal---forgotten things? Dare my heart whisper, dare my heart sleep When winter has passed through the violet vales deep And the spring is pressing her lips to the wind... Dare my heart slumber---lest daring, offends.