I stand completely captivated by the beauty

Of a long forgotten ancient old gristmill

And listening to sounds coming from the mill water

Seemingly telling me the mill's purpose has been fulfilled.



Tears begin forming in my eyes with my realizing

My situation is similar to that of this ancient old gristmill

Because today all my children live far away

Causing me to feel my purpose too has been fulfilled.



The ancient old gristmill has refused to surrender to time

Maybe this is God's way of telling me to do the same

And I will because today I'm beginning to understand

All my children love me and their love for me will never wane.

Ancient Old Gristmill Thank You....
Ralph L. Clark © 2000
Used With Permission

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May the Lord Bless you and keep you safe in His arms!

Thank you for visiting with me!
Joan



   

 

   

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