A Low Endless SighA Poem by Ruth Y. NottThe colors of life flit endlessly by as whispering angels breathe a low endless sigh. Caught in the whirlwind of our daily lives, we float and we flutter, live briefly, then die. If we're lucky, we love and are loved in return. We stumble and bumble, but that's how we learn. We struggle and whimper and strain to be free as our hearts guide us onward in our search for Thee. © 2008 Ruth Y. Nott |
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Ruth Y. NottChiefland, FLAboutRuth Nott is 65, a native Floridian, born in the Orlando area, who has found poetry to be a valued part of her life. Her poetry reflects her faith and values and a deep love for God and family. In.. more..Writing
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