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On this dreary rainy day
My thoughts drift to The seed catalog Having arrived by post This morning; Waiting to cheer me. I have planted the seed Other springs; Knowing that once done The Gardener would Once more work His miracles. A seed so precious In His eyes, He sends rain, Then warms the earth With sun until The roots start to grow, Beyond my seeing But He gives me faith That it will continue And in time, will grow Upward toward the sky Strong stem, brilliant flower; He smiles; I smile.
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