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Apr 2019
Wandering far down hills of green,
a valley steep called out to me;
In pursuit of something still not seen,
it seemed to hold a wealth of mystery.

Whispering shadows of emotions deep,
filled babbling brooks of nature's charity;
Then as if my soul were suddenly blessed,
I felt a wondrous sense of clarity.

I touched a flower not yet in bloom,
yet miraculously it began to flourish;
My ears were flush with precious sounds,
and my heart felt full and nourished.

For miles around the world appeared,
in most gracious and glorious harmony;
At one with Heaven's missive sent,
it cascaded through a perfect melody.

The wonders of this valley shows,
that the Lord lives everywhere;
His grace and hope that dwells within,
can soothe our daily troubles and cares.
Written by
Frances E McClelland  Hamilton, NJ
(Hamilton, NJ)   
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