The Veranda In Spring
Spring's veranda calls to me, come enjoy peace
Out on the porch I commune with sweet nature
A sacred place of quietude and release
Where seasons come then go with air sweet and pure
And the view causes my stress to slowly cease
Out on this portico, though a humble lure
Angels and the Holy Spirit reach down, touch
My soul mends at this place, my steady, strong crutch
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