Poem 96
Stormy Days
"He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed." - Psalm 107:29(NIV)
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There were some stormy days
That made the trees shift away;
The leaves waved at each other
As if they wanted to communicate.
On some days, everything seemed okay.
It looked like a nice photo, full of life.
The storm caused the leaves’ dancing,
And their clashing sounded liked someone singing!
In other days, the trees seemed to worry
About losing some branches from their bodies,
Along with their gleeful green leaves...
They were afraid to decay away into dead trees.
Who can help to save their leaves...
To give them strength and food to live?
They seemed to reach out to other trees,
Hoping that they could find safety!
May the Lord's power protect all these trees,
May His love nourish them well and healthy,
May His grace free them from fear and worry,
So that they can rise above any stormy day!
Tiều Minh Ngoc
Monday, October, 16, 2006
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