POEM FROM CHURCH

[Joan]

Was at church today and this poem was in the bulletin about the seasons:

"THE FRAGRANCE OF GOD"

A certain fragrance fills the air as Summer turns to Fall.
It takes me back to yesteryears and time I still recall.

The crispness of an evening walk as days begin to wane.
Preparing for a brand-new-year and giving thanks again.

For holidays just up ahead, what will these moments hold?
We pray for peace upon our land and joy within our souls.

The memories embrace my heart as seasons come and go.
Thank You, Father, for each day that You alone bestow.

[wheezie]

Thank you. That was beautiful.

As the summer season wanes, I will haverst my "crop". The sweet smell of basil, parsley and celery as I prepare to freeze for the winter.

[adkbarbara]

Very nice Joan

Thanks for sharing

BARBARA