In the East

A Poem By Libby // 5/14/2018

In the east, gold sunbeams rise;
In the west, they fade away.
Hues of magic roam the skies
At break of morn, at death of day.

For such it is in life so full
Of thorns and roses, each in turn
Brings beauty to a hungry soul
If one has eyes to seek and learn.

Comments

Very pretty, I like your

Very pretty, I like your description 'at break of morn, at death of day'. Beautiful.

Jill Levine Tyler | Mon, 05/21/2018

Jill L. Tyler

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thank you. I wrote it for

Thank you. I wrote it for Mother's Day.

Libby | Thu, 05/31/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Very sweet! Concise, yet

Very sweet! Concise, yet dreamy at the same time. I like it :)

Damaris Ann | Wed, 07/11/2018

God uses the milestones as stepping stones to bring us closer to Him. We may not see it in the moment, but we can always look back and see the memorials of His love in the crumbles of our stumbling blocks.

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