A gentle reminder

Reminiscing of failures past
Withering away like leaves during fall
Bright colors of my emotions fading to dust

I’m reminded at a gentle word that it’s not death
Emptiness in my branches doesn’t spell doom
Rather a coming spring and new growth

When the sun warms the grass in coming days
I’m reminded deeply of the newness in Your ways
It’s been there the whole time the truth

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