Stuff by Annemarie Timmons

Every soul needs to be cherished,

 yearning for some loving praise.

Like a blossom needing sunshine,

bending towards warming rays.

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Gentle words withheld by loved ones,

joy and laughter lost in stress.

Tears will keep the heart from singing,

gone are seeds of tenderness.

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To much stuff in our possession,

brings anxiety and strife;

when our wants exceed our needing,

stuff will complicate our life.

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Loving Peace and Joy abundant,

freely granted by our Lord.

Love ‘s the fruit born from thanksgiving,

or—–it’s just another word.

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