Poetry, Poems, & Poetries
God Loves You


    The lake ripples silently beneath an ink colored sky.
    The moon like an orange ball makes a pale yellow
    path upon the clear water. The air is fresh with a
    warm gentle breeze passing through the twinkling
    autumn leaves. In the sky are tiny lights. Far away
    yet you could reach out and touch them, so close
    they seem. They dance to a fro, twinkling softly so
    tenderly they shine.

    The ripples slip upon the sand, like paper sliding over
    glass. So silently they make a sound that gently
    converses with the breeze. Such a symphony cannot be
    heard, except upon the lakeshore. After all have
    gone to bed, except the creatures of the night, the
    lake, the moon, and stars so bright.

(If you feel so inclined, please pass this on.)

God Loves You

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