God Makes the Earth Beautiful

(A special guest poem by Julia)

At my window I see golden light.

Golden light shines down on the shade of the building.

Golden light is fighting to stay.

The mixture of gold and green, and brown and gray.

Peace before the night.

Gentle breeze goes through the trees.

Pockets of beauty in the concrete city.

Although the golden light is fading away, the green is peeping through vividly.

How I think of how God made his creation with peace.

It just fills me.

Thank you, God, for moments of peace.

Blessed truly is the gentle.

Matt 5:5

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