Sweet September
It is hard to believe that September is as sweet as its name, Except when, you see those maples trees turn in shade; red, yellow and a dusty strain. I walked under those trees one September, marveling at… Read More
It is hard to believe that September is as sweet as its name, Except when, you see those maples trees turn in shade; red, yellow and a dusty strain. I walked under those trees one September, marveling at… Read More
(A re-post) I found a place to dream, It was a long time ago, In an illusory setting masking the clouds, Where trees were leafless, As they had fallen to the ground. I found a bridge to another… Read More
Some days when I think of all the blessings in our lives, I give thanks and praise to the Lord, especially for the gift of life.There is a reason why prayers become part of our lives, to give… Read More
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