Rain cascades softly on the window edge
Gods good grace falling, falling, falling!
A following fierce wind born —
Hear the music of a piccolo; no a bird!
The sky opens up to allow Gods power seen.
Listen; thunder roaring like a lion.
Instantly the sun’s rays appear
Signaling peace restored.
All is well! The storm drifts on!
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Published by Myrna Migala
Since joining WordPress, I have been introduced to writing poetry and loving it something new in my life. I am also a grandmother to many.
I enjoy learning different skills but claim master to none.
My Faith is my life and everything I do comes second.
It has always given me peace of soul.
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