The Flow

by: April Lamb


The trees rustle to and fro

worrying not what they sow.

They open themselves,

allowing the flow.

For God is in them

and they know.


Many come and many go,

balancing out the to and fro.

All the while I wish to show,

everything that it is I KNOW.

I water here and chisel there

filtering out the old despair.

When God has whispered in my ear,

"I made you to love and honor and share".


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Good read!
thank you sis for posting this it is great
Thank you both :-) you are welcome..

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