While my family sleeps, I can’t help but get up and dream.
“What does my eye and heart behold?
A sleeping greenhouse with plants untold.
Tucked inside are dreams of spring;
Planning, planting, and growth to bring.
Your Word is faithful as it speaks to me,
The possibilities are endless,
“Come and See.”
“It shall come to pass…
Old men shall dream dreams.” Joel 2:28
Dreaming my way into this season of light.
Blessings,
Denise
Poem by dbalog©2022
Photos by dbalog©2022
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