Between my home and autumn trees
I felt November's warning breeze,
The sky had gone from peach to plum,
My little world became quite numb
To all but God's omnipotence
That touched the cord of every sense;
I suddenly became aware
The earth and sky were mine to share
With all who passed this way before
My mind, like theirs, had seen a door,
Expanding to infinity
That urges us to feel and see
Creation in the common place
And touch God's holy, unseen grace.
~ Viney Endicott
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