When I was only Half-Aware!

You brought with you

Weddings

In your basket
Along with the blossoms of
My patio garden

Back to back they came
Twice they came!

And there came a
Baby
Too
A
Baby
Named
Danielle

Holding her in my arms
By the window
I realized

The Ivy climbs the most when I am gone.

Sometimes from the corners of this window
On a busy day filled with children and songs

I catch a glimpse of what the Sun does
On our butterfly bush
When the butterflies are heavy upon it

And I see the summer rain
Behind this window pane

I watch the pansies bloom
Purple in their white box

The geranium and
The fountain pump
Side by side

Cracklin’ fire a little further out
Takes me back
To the days we fanned the flames
Of our campfire by the
Real River.

Can you still see the morning dawning over the trees?
As the river rolls on eternally?

I still believe there was something
Of us
We found there
We had not known existed.

I still believe there was a
Cry of angels

Brought us together there
In the midst of God’s Dawning

Hear the water pump fountain?
Sounds like the moving river
The fire and the sunrise to me,
Once again.

Twenty years the river runs.

We are a river too.

A river, someone said,
Goes and flows
Until it meets an obstacle

Then the river stops
Until it can flow around the thing
Or wash it down
By its constant flowing.

A river doesn’t back up or go away.

God says be a river.

Perservere.

Don’t be afraid of the obstacles
Stand in awe as He
Causes them to wash away!

Perservere!
Go!
Flow!

You are a River
Too!

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