My friend Janet has been writing poetry for a long time, and about two years ago, she made the pledge to write a praise a day, no matter how she was feeling. And she has done that! I’m so proud of her for looking to God each day for something positive and something to be thankful for. She inspires me. Here’s one of the posts from one of her own blogs, which she has so graciously given me permission to repost.
Who Dreams the Dream
The Dryad paused to rest
The sunlight nestled in her hair
And drowsed upon her breast
The breeze was soft, the air was warm;
A honeysuckle vine
Entwined itself around her wrist
In fragrant jeweled design.
Her dreams were sweet and innocent,
Of dew and fresh mown hay
And ribbons laced in auburn hair
Where sunset colors play.
And as she slept I saw my face
And woke beneath the tree;
For as I dreamed I watched her there,
The Dryad dreamed of me.