What began this spring
as a tiny flower
and a whisper of hope,
has become my backyard harvest.
We're told we only reap
what we sew.
Yet there is more . . .
Sunshine
and rain
come not from us.
Our harvest is not ours
but God's.
but God's.
My sweetheart and I
recently celebrated
our 37th wedding anniversary.
What began as a whisper of love
has blossomed
into a large, loving family.
Our harvest is not ours
but God's.
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3 comments:
Oh, I love this. I've felt it.
Wow, your peaches and cherries are ready? Yum!!
I should have read further on--Congratulations on your 37th anniversary and may you have many more blessed and happy anniversaries with your loving family.
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