Like light piercing the darkness
or a flower that perfumes the air
so is a soul that is pure and fair.
With His own breath, God raised man
above the beasts
and all created kind.
With what beauty a soul was endowed
no eye has seen, nor word’s described.
But in the story of how the world began
God said “It is good” when this work was done.
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This is a poem that I retrieved from an old blog. The heat had fried my brain. We have been in the 90s for several days now with high humidity. My husband teases me about my low tolerance of the heat considering that I am from a place where temperatures like we have are the norm. What can we say – people change. 🙂 And I have come to love the four seasons especially spring.
All I can say is these humid days are not good for the pocket. We’ve been eating out a lot to avoid heating up our house even more with cooking. However, I do not have to wash dishes too. That evens it out, I guess. 🙂 🙂
Happy weekend. 🙂
MY WALL 
So lovely. Your poem is beautiful 🙂 I hate the heat, too. I’m from Florida and it kills me.
Suits this sunday:) Glory to God.
So beautiful While I am envious tsk tsk… of your weather for the most part… it would seem strange to be without all four seasons and what they have to offer that is unique to each… Diane
Beautiful poem and photo. I’m in Florida and relating to your heat and humidity. I do miss the seasons but I don’t think I could do cold again!
Absolutely gorgeous lily, and a beautiful poem, Imelda. 🙂
Just beautiful, Imelda. I’ve lived in the desert for many years and I think 117-degrees with low humidity is just as miserable as 100 with higher humidity. Humidity in Arizona is nothing like the east, though. When we hiked Shenandoah, it was so hot and humid that my glasses kept fogging up. Not fun!
what an affirmation that is as well…it is good…and we were what was missing to make it that…smiles.