Winters Provision

Summers pond is frozen
Grass of spring is brown
Summers warmth is stolen
Autumn leaves all down

Time of empty viewing
Reflecting stillness found
For souls of seeking knowing
A beauty here is found

Forage still the squirrel
Song of bird is less
Essentials, taking stock
My faith now I confess

In deserts of our journey
Provider do we need
Joy of our dependence
Our will to God concedes

Reminder in beginning
In sunrise of the morn’
God is our provider
A light each day is born

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