Blossoms Sway Gently In the Breeze
Blossoms sway in the gentle breeze…
A benevolent sojourner
Never to let them entirely still--
Same brightly colored blooms
Now, of their own volition
Turning toward morning sun,
But He is no mere Puppet-master
In a light-sense--
His strings the silk
Of Freedom-gleams...
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2016
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