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Esta
Lee
Trembling body,
Dimmed eyes peering over wire glasses.
Swelling hands
that touch,
touching gently the pages
of her Bible.
Words of humble coming from her
dull colored lips.
Elder ears not hearing words,
straining to listen
with understanding.
She is slow, unsteady, but careful
giving her gentle touch to others.
Humble words spoken meekly,
STRONGLY.
Trouble years turned to wisdom.
She grows from hurt to love,
sharing what she received
from above.
Creature of God, loneliness is not
in her category.
Life has been fulfilling,
counting her blessings,
waiting for the day
when the Lord will take her away.
Barbara
Fullerton
©2001
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