Trials, troubles and tough thoughts ripen us to all we can be, if we dare to trust and wait.


Furrows in the Field

My life has a many a furrow
cut by God's own plow
but all that is left of the sorrow
is a beautiful wheat field now



Poetry by betsy Firefly
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 06:21

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Karen Canning
so few words say so much, love how you use the furrows and plough to get the message across

huggs
karenxx
2007-03-02


kath
A very beautiful image of how trials when we manage to live through them may in some ways become something we can use in our lifes ...

best wishes
katherine
2007-02-15