Windmill Thirteen

I See the Shadows

I see the shadows, slipping

across the wall, and I know that

soon, this day must end.



Summer must surrender

to fiery leaves of autumn, and they 

must yield to the biting fury of the wind 

and lie beneath the winter snow.



But when that snow has melted away,  

I will stand in the emerald radiance 

of endless springtime.  And there, 

I will see my Redeemer's face--yes!



I see the shadows, slipping

across the wall, and I know that

soon, I will see His face.



--Marilyn Black Phemister



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