My Sunday Best
my Sunday Best
dressing me
barefoot
at water’s lapping edge
twirling my hair
with heaven’s breeze
gently swaying memories
as waves of comfort
tickle the shore of my soul
wrapping me in the sweet smell
of pines that grandpa planted long ago
standing tall to shade me
here where Rest is free
napping at the water’s edge
Patricia Spreng
Come to me, anyone who is tired or worried, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28
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