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~~ Echos In The Mist ~~
Can you hear the sounds
They can be heard all around
The echos of the birds thru the mist
Unusal sound we often miss.
The sound of the peacock as night falls
Sounding bold and strong as they call.
A strange sound often not known.
But one of love that beckons to not be alone.
As the snow softly falls and light fades.
You can see just a glimspe of the shades,
The colors of feathers as they make their fan,
Not a bird more beautiful in this land.
God graced these birds with beauty so rare,
They prune, as they work with care,
To keep each feather always just right.
For they know they will shine in the morning light.
When I hear the echos of their sound in the mist
It reminds me that God gave us beauty too.
For us to care for, but sadly few do.
If only we could learn to shine in the morning light.
As the snow softly falls, and dark of night is here
The sound of the peacock is no longer heard.
But, at the break of first light, you will hear
Their sounds, as they proudly Shine in the light of day
I humbly pray, that I
can let the light of day
Let Jesus shine thru me oh so bright
That I can stand proud, all the way.
Showing others His love is so right.
Written By: Redbird Jan January 20, 2002
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Please do not use poem,or Graphics with out permission.
Midi "Echoes In The Night" is
used with permission
and is copyright © 2001 Bruce DeBoer
Art "The Peacocks"~~1898 By: William Degouve de Nuncgues
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