Gather the clouds, wrap up the rain,
Harvest in Springtime, while keeping the snow.
See in the future, by knowing the past.
Build new foundations, from something that’s old–
Something that’s tried, something that’s true.
Peace you can feel, from something untouched.
Joy in a word, a promise, a thought–
A God, now invisible–soon to be seen.
One who is infinite and yet is a Person–
Worthy of praise, incarnate in love,
Who speaks to the whole universe,
And also to you.
by Pamela Palmer
Please contact Pamela Palmer at
palmerp@live.com for permission to use this poem.
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