Unknown Graces

Hidden treasures
In each land
Await discovery
Through His hand

Love’s surprises
Centered deep
Hope held out for
Those who seek

Fragile treasures
Need much care
Take your time
Treat with care

Open eyes
Listening ears
Tender hearts
Patient years

These can open
Heavens shores
To a people
With closed doors

What seed is here?
Who can tell,
Except the planter —
He knows well

He will reveal
In His time
Place and purpose
For this rhyme

Patricia Burlison
©2005

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