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Trees turn into blazing colors, leaves weave tightly on the ground.

Tapestry of gold and crimson, clearing way for sight and sound,

Soon the barren trees stand empty, lifeless, worn and spent of life,

Skeletal they stand before us, facing winter’s call to strife,

Branches reach to touch the heavens, empty now yet full of hope,

They’ll return in springtime glory, with persistence in their scope,

Life is merely a transition, it returns to life again,

When we trust in the Physician, broken hearts and souls to mend.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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