Poetry

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I gazed out of my window
at the vast expanse of garden,
the freshly-mowed lawn,
soft-green carpet grass.
Was it a mirage?
I saw a speck of pink
waving in the wind.
A vivid dot of blue
cast a cheery note
of bright-faced optimism
across the yard.
Colourful crocuses,
blue, yellow, pink.
Little bright faces,
bobbing in the wind.
As I gazed at
the pretty crocuses,
my faith bloomed
for a lifetime.
God loves to paint
an inspiring picture
hidden in the heart
of a beautiful garden.


(C) Miriam Jacob

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