Silent pools deep in my thoughts,
no one knows how silence mocks,
places, faces, voices come,
words and smiles deceitful - numb.
You thought you knew, but knew you not,
chattering pain, foolish lot,
come no more, nor bid me - no,
cold foolish ways I've banished - go.
He'll show the way, and it will be
light and freedom, grace, not thee.
Retreat, go feast upon your plight,
my joy sees day, not dismal night.
(Today's post was supposed to be about Freezing Tomatoes. Seems Fun sniped the SD card from my camera, hence, we have no tomatoes. Furthermore, it was raining tonight and we all know how that goes. Photo: Shiny Pond on The Farm.)
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