Poem February 18, 2022

Beauty

Barbara Whitewater

I swam in seas of Tiffany blue,
sang to the sun when day was new,
once stood beneath a tree so tall,
it seemed to have no crown at all.
But nothing gives me joy so grand
as knowing God is right at hand,
exquisite Soul, in goodness shown,
life’s greatest beauty ever known.

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