A hint, a tease
Sparkle of light now lingers
‘Midst winter’s chill
Grows ‘lencten’ time
Our heralds the robins
Passing through
Foretell the coming
Of March’s springtide
Prepare, prepare
In contemplation
Sorrow for wrongs
Renewing of hearts
Chill winds still nip and
In dark nights howl
Where is the light which
Warms life and earth
Now one and two
Slow steps to forty
From ashes and regret
To new life springing forth
Come join that journey
Drawn to the source
In quiet solitude
This Lententide
The Still Small Voice 
beautiful, Charlotte Anne. I have missed you while we were gone. Be there tomorrow!!😃
Diane Tucker
” When you run alone, its called a race……and when God runs with you, its called Grace.”
On Fri, Feb 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM The Still Small Voice wrote:
> forjustaweed posted: ” A hint, a tease Sparkle of light now lingers ‘Midst > winter’s chill Grows ‘lencten’ time Our heralds the robins Passing through > Foretell the coming Of March’s springtide Prepare, prepare In contemplation > Sorrow for wrongs Renewing of hearts Chill winds st” >
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Thank you Diane! …I have missed y’all too!
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