Men’s Retreat 2013: Meditative Painting

Under your wings of serenity
Your presence ever present nurtures my gift.

Intense memories fade
No longer engraved
Resurrection framed by your sun

It’s a beautiful day.
Like newborns at play with a smile
Love is a new child
You’ve got to help it grow.

Your time’s without digits
Your fruit I dig it
Harvesting all I am, from you.

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