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Come with me and see
the autumn colors,
As sunlight fails
and evenings come
too soon;
Come with me, the
crimson calls, soon
geese will feel the
magnet
And wing their way
south underneath the
moon.
An artist copies
from the Master
Painter;
Photographs are
planned with light
in mind;
And I am filled with
wonder and
excitement ~
I can’t discover why
the habits bind.
It brings to heart
the seasons I am
facing;
While strengthening
my faith in His
design ~
For who, but God,
could lay out all
the blueprints?
And leave this trail
of beauty just
behind.
Like fingerprints
upon all of God’s
Heavens ~
DNA of His created
masterpiece,
Leaves only One to
praise and worship
gladly
We feel the pull of
His magnificence.
Remember crimson
leaves ~ the blood
of Calvary!
Remember blazing
sunset ~ God’s great
love!
Come! Stroll again,
and feast your eyes
on evidence
That points to our
Creator up above!
Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com/
http://www.heavenlypoetry.com/
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