The Sun (Son) Beckons

creekThe rains cease;

The floods recede;

The winds desist.

The birds sing;

The colors brighten;

The sun beckons.

I breathe deeply and my soul rests.

So it is with life.

American Goldfinch

The trials cease;

The troubles recede

The problems desist.

The heart sings;

The moment brightens;

The Son beckons.

I breathe deeply and my soul rests.

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