After Isaiah 40:6-8
See the beauty
of the fields of
flowers
carpeting color
to the horizon,
the groves of
trees thrusting
green upward,
sentinels
we are the grass
we are the
flowers of the field
we are the
thrusting trees
we fail and
wither
we pale and
weaken
as the breath
blows upon us
flowers brown,
green pales and
whitens
only one thing
lasts
only one
a word
the word
and the word was
with
and the word was
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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