Not Recognizing God's Blessings
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Walking along nature's interior highways and byways,
seeing details people don't usually see even when
they're staring right at them, not recognizing them
as blessings from God's creation of nature.
Blending, mixing all sorts of designs and patterns
in our world, some prickly, poking, like all types
of cacti.
Others so soft, like silk or satin, rough, smooth,
all in depths of Mother Nature, surrounding everyone
with the blessedness of wonder and creation as it all
blossoms into beautiful landscapes.
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