Oh my whirling swirling . . ness
. . . and then a heart shape remnant of a leaf from last year. . .
somehow found it's way. .
onto your sleeve.
we all leave trails
some days are harder then others . .
don't you just know it.
yes. . .
the chalk days are BACK babaaaaaaaay!!!
i
L O V E
the chalk days.
a poem
. . . . the whirling swirling spinning days. . .
the round and round and up and down
back and forth and forth and back. .
and come what may
and back. . and back..
if i knew. .
what i do not. .
i would not be so anxious . . but..
it doesn't matter. .
nothing does. . .
or does it!. . . yes. . it does. . .
it does
it matters. .
matters MOST you see.. .
to the ONE
who sets us F R E E
and it will be. . ok. .
ok. . .
He is holding on
to Thee.
written just now
Rachael Anderson
april 18 2013
posted by rachael a at
9:18 PM
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