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Dead Leaves

Dead Leaves

A Poem by Dan Cowan

Dead leaves underfoot
Sprinkled by a spring rain
Along this path I tread alone
Through the morning's pale gray

The twittering of birds is placid
And I pause to gaze at hills of old
Cresting and dipping in solitude
Tree-soaked are these forest's folds

Rooted pillars not yet leafed
Nakedly stretching to clouds above
Much like the hope within me
Released from winter and reaching for love

But can I attain it?
Only the Lord knows that
For it's a chapter unwritten
A fruit yet to be had

But its a lonely scene
Here in the gray
Always waiting for the pen
To scribble my way

Patience is strength
But many are baited
By impulsivity
Into a love that's tainted

But I will wait
As I have for so long
For the hand of God
To usher her along

Perhaps one day
I won't tread here alone
My desire will be sated
My spirit won't groan

But until that time
I am content, at peace
Marveling at God's art
Upon a sheet of dead leaves

© 2018 Dan Cowan

Author's Note

Dan Cowan
In life, never attempt to force a piece into your puzzle, it will only break and leave your picture blemished. Wait patiently on the Lord, remembering that He moves in His timing, not yours. But if you have tried to force your will and now find your picture blemished, there is good news! Christ will make it perfect by the wash of His endless grace and mercies; so believe in Him, have faith, and press ever onward.

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Added on March 29, 2018
Last Updated on March 29, 2018


Dan Cowan
Dan Cowan

New Castle, PA

I'm not one to play my own violin. Ask and find out more..