In hours of darkness, trees deserted by disloyal leaves brace for the torturous winter ahead. A mountain hardened and trampled shows little mercy for the high-spirited who somehow inhabit it. The evening shivers as time slows and frosts over. But the faithful remain in grateful adoration awaiting The Maker's glorious light to shine on His abundantly majestic garden. They remain (and will always remain) to live one more day on top of the world.
Branches raise their hands
Awake in the night garden
In holy worship
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© Brian Dorn 2017
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Brian Dorn is a man of his word (which happens to rhyme most of the time). He's the author of From My Poems To Yours (The Live Versions). Visit his website at www.briandorn.com
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© Brian Dorn 2017
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Brian Dorn is a man of his word (which happens to rhyme most of the time). He's the author of From My Poems To Yours (The Live Versions). Visit his website at www.briandorn.com
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