I used to love seeing those games
Where everything stays the same
Balls set set strings
Ducks go diving
The pure motion always remains
Perpetual games they were called
And I would get quite enthralled
When my life took a turn
Twas then that I learned
Perpetual is not this at all
The sunrise and sunset each day
The wind and the sun and the rain
These are the things
That surpass everything
When it comes to perpetual ways
These gifts that come from above
Filled with our Father’s love
Will always remain
For His love will not change
His mercy is always enough
In response to the daily prompt https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/06/22/a-new-daily-post-word-prompt-june-22nd-2018-word-perpetual/
I am convinced that you can take any mundane object or experience and create beautiful poetry from it! I love this!
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Thanks Lynn. I do have kind of a wierd mind!
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