Sunday, August 16, 2009

multitude monday

Jack


for gentle breezes that lift billowy kites to the heavens,
for colorful kites to fly,
watching children at play,
and the waves that pound upon the shore--



hydrangeas

for morning sun that bathes a hydrangea in its warmth,
for the dew that sparkles like a million diamonds,

Fayetteville area

for old churches where our heritages were forged,
For our ancestors who prayed so diligently for us--

hands
For mission trips,
And helping hands--
For all of these I give grateful thanks.

#'s 11-20 in connection with
holy experience

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photo credits
My friend Marianne's grandson Jack-
a hydrangea in my yard
a picture of an old church in NW Arkansas
a picture my granddaughter took in Africa on a mission trip