The Treasures from our Lord

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    The Treasures from our Lord

    Here and there, everywhere you see the beauty of God's work.
    Looking out through those dusty covered windows shows the wonders of the world that lies ahead of us.
    As you walk past a lonely place you feel the treasures, the love, the sadness, and the anger from the past through one generation to the next.
    As you run by the ocean all you feel is just water and sand,
    But when you actually look at it, you get the sensation that this world, this land, each ounce of water and every grain of sand was all made by one true person, GOD
    Not everyone feels that power, yet we wish that they all did.
    The palm trees that sway with the flow of the wind is just another creation that we don't thank God for until our lives are practically gone.
    As we sit outside listening to the birds chirp, some become ungrateful while others are thankful.
    The essence of beauty isn't there to stare at but to enjoy and embrace the extravagant creation that our Father has given us.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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