Today's mental image:
A Sprout Appears - A Resurrected Life Emerges
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My roots refuse to suck the precious rains of grace nor feed upon the fertile soil of truth. A rotting life emerges.
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Gentle whisper soothes my ear, bids "Come to Me, O' weary one, I will give you rest."
From paradox of death through pain's persistent wooing a sprout appears.
Abiding in the source of light a resurrected life emerges.
(unpublished works of Wayne Anson)
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FURTHER THOUGHT FOR REFLECTION:
Branches strain to search the sky
for riddles of what my purpose be.
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