The day says goodbye with a painted sky
The colors more glorious than has been the day
God affirms his presence, confirms his essence,
And beauty breaks through.
Yet God does not promise roses in winter,
Each season holds elements hard and cold.
But He asks us to find the intricate design
In beauty breaking through.
Perhaps the season is painful and harsh,
Perhaps the gray days have us weary,
But we can choose hope–for all seems new
When beauty breaks through.
the circle of life 
And sometimes, we must step out and see the beauty that is there.
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Yes. Outside where it’s sometimes cold and stormy.
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Yes! Let us choose hope. :-)
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So true! Love the encouraging words!
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I’m mostly trying to encourage myself!! 😀
Thanks.
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Yes, there is beauty in Winter. And hope for Spring.
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Ah that beautiful winter sunset that peaks out from behind clouds. It helps fill my soul. Nice poetry
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