like the fat flakes that shower down endlessly from above,
such is the abundance of God's relentless love.
but I don't want it to so quickly melt away,
just like I wish this wasn't already my last day.
(in Michigan/with my parents)
Hmm. Not sure where that came from. I'm definitely not a poet o.O
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A+ poem.
ReplyDeletethere are moments of grace that surpass lack of skill.
ReplyDeleteAlso not only is God's grace so abundant and ever flowing upon us, but to be open and receptive is the key.