Friday, 8 May 2015

Sound and a little Light.

Noise creeps into the garden from the street grouching like underground music.
The breeze catches it, throws it back.
Silence grumbles.
Primary voices fall into the mix.
Birds dart through the changing colours.
The garden swing creeks.
The sound of peace.
The full moon on the rise.
A lamp paints leaves brighter.

Jesus save you and bless you.

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