When you cannot walk another step
and lips won’t bring thoughts
to fruition,


Fall back
into a bed of daffodils
where streams of living water
call tiny buds to blossom
in his presence.
Delight in it, like sun
awakening psalms
from clandestine corridors
of the heart.
Find your joy,
he whispered me awake,

and I responded
with this poem.

~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #23)


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