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I unearthed, a few days ago, a poem I wrote October 4, 1994. It is a rough draft I never went back to to reshape. But the imagery - is lovely. I remember the day I wrote this; I was sitting in my living room looking out the window onto a beautiful stormy day.
Light peaks through Dark Thick Clouds. And the wind moves Through the skirts of the spruce Making them dance As the birch Clap their hands To their rhythm.
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Are you spending years in prison for something you didn't do? Like the story of Joseph, have you been wrongly accused? Just remember God's preparing you, he is raising you up, he has a work for you, so keep your eyes on him and don't give up.
As you sit in the darkness of the cell where you live, you can bloom where you're planted, remember Joseph did. God loves you and he cares and when it seems he's forgot, he will open the cell door, remember he is raising you up. Be steadfast and faithful, God loves you and he is there. It's all in his plan, he's raising you up, he really does care. I wrote this in May of 1997. While rummaging through, a few days ago, for a different piece of writing to reference for a project I am working on, I came across this and thought I'd share. I hope you find encouragement. |
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