yet my heart beats in shades of gray
I steel myself against the chill
wanting to savour
by its nature
slip through my fingers
I cut flowers
from the frosted earth
and in preserving pink
rejoice in His saving grace
The old life is a grass life, its beauty as short-lived as wildflowers; Grass dries up, flowers droop, God's Word goes on and on forever.This is the Word that conceived the new life in you.
Stop by Emily's In the Hush of the Moon for more perfect imperfection.