Whispers
God called me to the woods…to the depth of the woods
to hear his voice
as he reminded me
Child, all things are changing
all things are changing
But look how they stay the same.Have no fear.
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How beautiful and how absolutely true. Thank you for the poem and for the picture of the woods. The woods is one of my favourite places and I love to take my grandchildren walking in the woods as it seems that there they like to talk about God. Blessings and prayers.