All Is Not Lost
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. - William Shakespeare
Summertime skies, the clouds passing on by
Revealing silhouettes in timeless mists
Smiling, risking dreams like the butterfly
Wisdoms melting vibrant wing’s gentle twists
Smokey skies, graceful so hearts can’t deny
Rains beckon as the best of life persists
Trembling truths fall from the cobalt prayers
Erasing doubt that brings hope to nightmares
Shadows blend with the summer’s tender kiss
Breathing laughter into listening ears
There’s no kindness more beautiful than this
Singing softly through melancholy tears
Through summer’s silence, hearts will reminisce
Poetry much wiser than Shakespeare’s
Steadfast wonders in the hush of the light
Falling easy, murmuring all is right
Bleeding psalms to praise the One who made me
My heart adores, through summer’s evening song
Hope, faith and love, revealed on land and sea
Assured of God, whose powerful and strong
Steadfast in my heart, so that I am free
Summer is gone, but I know I’m not wrong
To love One who lived and died on the cross
Thanks to Him, I know my life isn’t a loss!
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