
leaves laden with rain
ready to loose their burden
with the slightest stir

leaves laden with rain
ready to loose their burden
with the slightest stir

the pain in the hand
after the needed pruning
beauty’s worth the thorns

good to remember
when bemoaning too much rain
those who are in drought

wonderfully made
fashioned in the mother’s womb
the glory of God

through the open arms
beyond the sparse canopy
the blue of summer