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September Breeze

 

Soft September evening breeze--

Full moon lights up sweet gum trees.

The pine and cedar, dusty gray,

Watch and listen as I pray.

 

"Father, this display of wonder

Speaks to me with words of thunder.

I would climb these trees to reach you."

"No, " You say, "I've more to teach you.”

 

Moonlight shines on page and pen.

I do not know the where and when,

But one day You'll reach for me,

And I will gladly go with Thee.

 

© Patricia Ragan