Soul’s birth in morning soil,
Spring sprouts from ancient toil.
First steps—firm hold to fingertip,
Grace flows from humble village to ocean ships.
Learning, spinning—webs of life,
Heavenly rays over world-weary strife.
Burdens heavy lay,
Under heat of summer day.
Teacher, prophet, counselor—grief overcome,
Waning light, shortened day—whispers a weakened sun.
Age lines, gray hair, gathering fate,
Autumn harvest—profits wait.
Family tree beyond the page,
Humble grains on winter days.
Souls rebirth in Heaven’s glory,
Sings of God’s unending story.
A. K. Frailey is the author of 15 books, a teacher for 35 years, and a homeschooling mother of 8.
Make the most of life’s journey.
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Poetry is not dead, as long as hearts are alive.
This is beautiful! Solemn and sweet.
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