That Long Stroll With Mom
Wasn't that long stroll with mom on paths of noon serenity:
the tenderest and the most cherished memory of all?
The greenest meadow strewn with wildflowers dazzled with beauty,
sky and hills blending with harmony reflected Paradise in Fall.
" Everything you see He made with eloquent mastery, even the lizards that crawl...
butterflies with long wings, songbirds with pretty feathers: nothing to Him is small! "
" Mom, " I replied...He really gave us these beautiful gifts for free? "
She exclaimed, " No love is greater than His, praise Him with glee! "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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