Tasty to taste
A sweetest taste
Like a mixture of
nectary alphabets in
the jug of imagination
pouring in the cup
of words, the hand
of phrases take it
and the mouth of
sentences drink
a poetry juice

as twilight drew nigh
the last frail bird calls of day
floated on eve's breeze

My Word for you

Perfect
is My Love.

It fills you up

Leaving

No room
for fear.

Only

Fix your eyes
on Me.

Only

Trust.

Return to Me.
Rend your hearts.

Then

I will hear
and heal your  land.

Cynthia Jean
Copyright
March 19, 2020

Hope.
Today is the first day of  spring!