This morning
I spoke to my God
offering my thoughts
as part, of my silent prayers
Lingering
in my transgressions
remembering, my victories
looking at the balance, of who I am
How will he
remember me?
Are we puppets
playing a role in destiny
with every thought foretold
or daring dreamers, of the unknown
The light of a brand new day
draws near, in the meadow below
spreading out the magnificent colors
of falling leaves... in total random order
Does my God truly know
where EACH tiny leaf
will fall
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Who am I to know
He holds... My soul
LeeL







Thank you kind heart for shraring your beautiful thoughts with me













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