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Oct 2014
Autumn colors dance in my mind
As I take my brush in hand
And desperately try to re-create
The beauty God placed on this land

Trees sway gently grass bends low
Caressed by the morning breeze
Can I capture this flood of emotion
And display it before me with ease

My heart is trembling within me
As I labor with deft bold strokes
I must seize this desperate moment
My consuming passion invokes

I feel that God placed this beauty
For me and only for me
To re-create in his image
For all of the world to see

Written by my father
Robert Bennett
I found this poem after my father passed away. Before he passed, Hospice was involved in assisting me with his care. They asked if he wanted a Minister to come around. He adamantly refused to have a Minister even step foot inside his house. I think he lost all faith in God when his wife was taken away from him in a car accident. This poem tells me that deep down in his heart he DID believe in God.
Teri Bennett
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Teri Bennett  Arizona
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