Nature’s changes are tapping on the window to my world. Bidding the flowers in my garden good-bye, one by one. As the sun moves farther away, taking my pretty petals that danced under its light with it, I am saddened for just a moment. Soon Autumn’s bright colors will appear, one last show of light and beauty just before life transforms. God’s promise of the splendor that comes with every ending, and the miracles that ensue.
Promise
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I have always loved the written word. As a child I devoured books. I have always found solace in reading and writing. Due to illness, I spend much of my time at home, exploring the world from my bedroom. Writing, sharing my own words, and reading those of others, is my preferred communication with the outside world. It is my adventure, it is my catharsis, it is my connection. View all posts by cyndigowords
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