Morning washes the
lake and pier with light.
Summer dwindles to sparks,
smolders cold into crisp autumn
days. But the sun, the sun
burns no matter the season
it stays, it stays…
unless the God of Abraham,
Isaac and Jacob breaks his
promises to Israel.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Andrew says:

    this is beautifully said….

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