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The wall was full of small holes,
and imperfections.
There were gouges,
here and there.
the surface, only an echo...,
of its original beauty.
The "color" white.
Not paper, but pure;
like a winter flower.
Restoring yesterday,
a privilege!
Sometimes full of memories
past... and gone.
Yet the effort,
the work,
the labor,
creating new ones for the now,
to keep for tomorrow...
and all our future yesterdays.
A brush,
a bucket,
and the smallest drop,
of truest faith.
The final result...
a miracle!
Time restored,
and renewed.
A visual blessing,
to the eye,
and a spiritual lifting
of the heart.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2021
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