Monday, December 27, 2004

Out of Sight

There are many friends that crosses our paths,
And no matter how hard we try to hold on
To the cherished memory of their friendships,

It seems they are destined to pass out of sight
Nevertheless, leaving a mark,
An indelible impression,
That can never be forgotten…

Time and distance,
Pressures of day to day living
May try to obliterate, and erode,

But you're only a thought away,
A memory away!

God bless and keep you
Wherever you may be!

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Monday, December 13, 2004

The Garden

I walked through the garden
Of God's Holy Word
Enjoying the fragrance
Of blossom and flower
The wind of the spirit
Blows into my soul
Refreshing my nature
And making me whole

I walk with the gardener
For He drew the plan
Planted the garden
By inspiring man
He shows me rare flowers
Shrubs, plants and fair trees
That only the gardener
Or connoisseur sees

Vera Smith