An Observation
An Observation
By: Tom
4-9-2006
The morning was chilled,
and the sun played peek-a-boo through the clouds.
A Cardinal chirped a song from atop it’s perch on a tomato cage,
signaling to me that all was well at that moment,
Which was all I’ve been promised.
That day came to me as a blank canvas,
and God will hold me accountable
for each brush stroke that I placed thereon.
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