Little Girl with Flowers

The sun cuts my eyes as I gaze at those hills.
holding the lovely day to come.
Round, full with His gifts:
Care, shelter, all-abiding love.

From there will come my help in times of trouble.
Now, just His colors streaming through the Eastern dawn.
Help will wait another day – this watching is only for joy.
He’s seen me this way before – face alight with His reflection

Hair swept back by a kissing wind,
Those guardian hills stepping up straight & tall
Always talking to me, always reassuring me:
Look, look unto these hills.

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