I haven’t participated in five minute Friday for a while. The prompt word is FROM. Here goes …..
How bright were the stars
Before electricity
Took their shine away
So many stars
A universe so vast
A billion sparking lights
The brightest star
Has been and gone
Treated so shamefully
Yet the star will return
As I wait expectantly
God created beauty
From his secret workshop
Creativity flowing
Making beauty
From a formless place
In the perfect workshop
Is the perfect blue print
Creating imperfect people
To fulfil the master plan
The crafter makes no mistakes
This imperfect creation
Crafted by a God
Who gave his life for mine
In a mystery beyond all time
This is where I am from
Less Nuts More Fruit 
I recently read an article about why we don’t see as many stars or fireflies at night. And yes, it was attributed to the very many lights that are on in our communities now. May we be lights that shine in this dark world as we remember where we are from and to Whom we belong.
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Beautiful 🥰 writing! Thanks for posting.
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Thank you so much. Thank is so encouraging. Thank you for reading
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Yes let us be those lights shining brightly in the dark world. Thanks for visiting x
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What a lovely poem. I love to look at the stars at night- God’s Masterpiece.
Terri
#5 FMF
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Thanks Terri 😊 I love to look at the stars too. I often wonder how stunning the sky looked when he got Abraham to look at the stars and that is decendants would be more. I have visited your Post too
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It is great to see you again, Loretta! Your thoughts are inspirational and so eloquently expressed. “God created beauty” and you share it well. (Karen, FMF #13)
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Aww thank you Karen. You encourage me so much 😊
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Beautiful poem, Loretta!
You inspired me, and I hope you enjoy the result.
You light the nights in glory
with galaxies aflame,
and yet You know my story,
and yet you know my name.
You raised each Himalayan peak
and crowned each one in white,
but still You stoop to love the meek
and find in them delight
that makes Your heart reach out in care
to hold them warm and near;
Your breath is their sustaining air,
You save their every tear,
and gave the best You had to give,
Your only Son, that they might live.
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Thanks Andrew. Ditto that is a beautiful poem too x
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Welcome back.
Beautiful Poem
Barb FMF 24
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Thank you Barb 😊😊
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Reblogged this on My Life in Our Father's World and commented:
Read it…then read it again. What does it saying to you?
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