Through the firefly-lit evenings
And the call of whippoorwill,
To the bobwhites' song at dawning
And the meadows, cool and still,
My memories paint a picture
Of serenity and peace.
May its brushstrokes stand the test of time,
And blessings never cease.
It's a matchless watercolor
With its contours softly blurred,
A priceless mirror image
Faded now but undeterred,
A faithful testimony
To the Lord's unchanging Word.
Grown dim with time
But priceless, nonetheless.
A masterpiece I pray the Lord will bless.
It's a spring bedight with redbuds
And the dogwoods' nail-pierced flower,
Where each second catches sunlight
Morphing into tranquil hours,
Where the suns' sweet benediction
Is cooled by welcome showers.
May each memory warm your heart
And linger long.
And the Lord preserve each memory
Like a song.
Shannon Thomas Casebeer
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