Saturday, August 10, 2013

Lela Marie De La Garza- A Poem

Scarcely seen colours as rainbow through mist;
Hardly heard tone as a velvet wrapped chime;
God's word is not always trumpeted blast,
But that which is searched for and found in His time.

Softly as leaves lifting over a brook;
Gently as dust sifting into the sand
God’s word is not always thunder or flame
But stillness of light in the palm of His hand.

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