By Rebekah Sherman
A year ago, I did not think
that my dream would come true,
That I would yet again
return to you.
A dream the Lord has surpassed
With beauty that will last.
The returning fall with leaves so bright and true
And now my spirit is renewed.
The bitter season that seemed to last
An eternity has ended.
What I endured is no more
and though the present is not perfect,
it is far better than last year’s shed tears.
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