Will you, Remember
the fresh green of spring
Early morn’s grasses, soft in lush dew
Branches bowed low, with Promise come true.
Will you, Remember
the warmth of the sun,
Greeting the travelers’ rested day’s done.
There in the harvest, when his labor is won.
Will you, Remember
the winter’s defeat,
Nights in the valley that lasted throughout
Times that wore on despite heart-ed shouts.
Will you, Remember
this- in the fall,
Seed of the vision that lasts throughout time
Window, that opens, whisper that calls
Promise, Eternal- our home beyond all.
© 2020 Linda Willows
Isaiah 46:9 – “Remember the former things of old; for I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.”
Deuteronomy 8:2 –“And you shall remember the whole way that the Lord your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that he might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not.”
