As evening shadows start to gather
Tiny gems of twilight dew,
I wend my way towards the garden
In hope for dreams to catch a view.
For once stood rows of garden greens
Flourished with bloom by summers sun,
The earth once moist by heavens rain
I sit and wait for her to come.
I hear now footsteps through the garden
Ever so softly one by one,
In haste I turn to catch a glimpse
To find the morning sun has come!
(Poem from “Pebbles and Blessings” book)
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
Although my loving Grandma is singing with the angels ~ she is alive in my heart! A shining light for the gospel of Christ, her testimony of strength and faith in the Lord still encourages my soul today!
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