The poetry, short stories and personal essays of
Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 1970 to 2004
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The colors of life flit endlessly by
as whispering angels breathe a low endless sigh.
Caught in the whirlwind of our daily lives,
we float and we flutter, live briefly, then die.
If we're lucky, we love and are loved in return.
We stumble and bumble, but that's how we learn.
We struggle and whimper and strain to be free
as our hearts guide us onward in our search for Thee.
I love writing poetry, but I enjoy quilting even more.
Often my poetry comes to me while I'm sitting quietly and quilting, and is jotted down on my scratch pad for later entry on the computer.
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