Sunday, October 14, 2012

From The Bench

The bench sat in the corner
Beneath the ancient old trees
She came to sit in wonder
To watch the falling of His leaves

The wood was all weathered and worn
Dare i sit,will it hold my weight
Deciding to give over to chance
Loving the way it faced the garden gate

He walked with her once there
She will never forget the day
The things that kept her from Him
They had to go they could not stay

She dreaded the winter cold
That would keep her away
From the bench and His falling leaves
  But she knew, He was here to stay
 
Judy L Wilson
October 14, 2012
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