The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Jesse Tree Day 3

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Scripture - Genesis 14a, 15, 20
Then the LORD God said to the serpent...I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; He will strike at your head, while you strike at his heel."

The man called his wife Eve, because she became the mother of all the living.

Meditation - Rather than abandon us after our selfish response to God's love, He announces the good news of our salvation. In the garden, at the moment of the fall, God plans His rescue mission through the offspring of the woman.

Resolution - I will pray at least one decade of the rosary today in atonement for sin.

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