The First Day of Winter
Walking down these old familier streets; paths..
On such a Beautiful day, this first day of Winter; clear as serene
Gentle, with His cool subtle breeze ? After the rains, they have all gone away
White floating clouds, scattered amid her sky; blue the sunshine, piercing through
Infant trees, Radiant, Enchanting as crowns of Light; down Echo Avenue we stroll
Once again of course; Annie, life, Splendour, more ? Near the corner be Elizabeth
I suddenly stop and turn; looking back towards Belmont reaching, trying to touch
What once was mine ? The whistle of a train begins to sound amid the distance
Within that moment, this moment, for an instant, I feel Divinity's rush; Wonderful's
Love, flowing upon my heart ? Turning back around I then look ahead, and it hits me....
It hits me; how very Majestic, as truly Amazing, Life; with all it's seasons it's years, because
Of others, because of "God;" because of Hope ? How Perfect, Indiscribable,`His Beauty's Gift.
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