Gone are summer’s days
many voices many sounds
where we played in sun’s rays
children all around
Never forgotten
are the ones who with wag
give crisp autumn smiles
lost season’s sag
Gone is winter’s stormy pain
your fingers drew a daggered edge
angled at my heart
free once more to fledge
Never forgotten passage’s tears
winding about all but dead
willing life to sprout
binding spring of winter rid
The daily post photography challenge is Gone but not forgotten.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Nice, Leslie! Each day begins another season, each season begins another day; live in each.
__Positivly meet, and thrive in the honor of each day. _m
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Each day a challenge
drink deep from each season
thrive in today
!
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I couldn’t bring myself to post our long gone but not forgotten dog. Thanks for your brave and poetic words and images,
Carol
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Haiku with your great shots, I like 🙂 🙂
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“Never forgotten are the ones who wag”……..that’s for sure. Love that little face in the photo.
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Fine interaction of words and photos.
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Lovely!
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Another beautiful poem, Leslie. Winter always comes with it a sense of solitude, peace that allows deep thought. Not my favourite season but I think these are the best parts of it. Hope you have a good winter 🙂
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beautiful summer memories
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great mix of photos and poetry
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What a dance of hearts and memories that you bring out in your words!
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memories are important
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