Rain
A drenching rain,
Puddles,
Rivulets,
And the gentle sound,
Pitter pattering
Drip dropping.
I am high up
My veranda nestling
Amongst the trees.
And all is peaceful,
The island sleeps
On this drowsy
Monday afternoon
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Puddles,
Rivulets,
And the gentle sound,
Pitter pattering
Drip dropping.
I am high up
My veranda nestling
Amongst the trees.
And all is peaceful,
The island sleeps
On this drowsy
Monday afternoon
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
posted by Unknown at 4:05 pm
3 Comments:
One of the things we can't escape from is ourselves. I like your honesty. You once gave me a lift home from Hillsong to my brother's place in Baulkham Hills- many years ago. I have often prayed for you, having been in some way where you have been myself and found God's mercy and grace. Good to read your blog, God bless,
Robin Deering, Yorkshire, UK.
Jesus loves our creativity
Bless you Robin... thank you for your encouragement..
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