Gypsy Heart
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I would like to ask everyone for prayers of comfort for our friend Ashleen. As you know ,her mother has been ill and has passed away this last week. Our prayers and sympathies for Ashleen and her family.
I would like to share a poem that Ahleen shared with me today. Its one of Ashleens favorites.
God The Artist
God, when You thought of a pine tree,
How did You think of a star?
God, when You patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did You know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did You think of a bubbling throat
And a beautifully speckled wing?
God, when You fashioned a raindrop,
How did You think of a stem
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did You know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?
Why did You mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did You know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did You weave the velvet dusk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when You thought of a pine tree,
How did You think of a star?
I would like to share a poem that Ahleen shared with me today. Its one of Ashleens favorites.
God The Artist
God, when You thought of a pine tree,
How did You think of a star?
God, when You patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did You know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did You think of a bubbling throat
And a beautifully speckled wing?
God, when You fashioned a raindrop,
How did You think of a stem
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did You know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?
Why did You mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did You know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did You weave the velvet dusk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when You thought of a pine tree,
How did You think of a star?