Promise


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Encased in forced waiting
The leaves crouch for spring.

Those curious buds from a stick.

What was rendered by autumn,
The end of the harvest,

Will blossom about, oh so thick!

Encased in forced waiting
Saved souls crouch for spring.

Those curious men like sticks.

What was rendered by autumn,
The end of the harvest,

Will blossom about, oh so thick!

By His Grace

The Annual Testimony


English: Fall leaves in Eugene, Oregon

English: Fall leaves in Eugene, Oregon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The trees have lost their leaves now.

The crumbling signs of a bountiful harvest produced in better times.

The children find great innocent joy as they play among the piles of testimony.

Even puppies laugh with voiceless mouths as they frolic in the stacks.

But the adults simply sweep them away as if a nuisance.

A stark reminder of knowledge they have gained as they have lived their years.

Purity will soon cover the ground; white and formidable landscape.

A promise yet to come regarding how purity will obscure and receive the harvest from that time of growth.

A Holy harvest approaches and is marked faithfully every year.