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Rested

under

sunbeams

grateful

to glide

through

time

gently.

To

think

to

feel

to be

alive

to

create

to

be

me

to

be

free

for

a

moment

in

time…

Sometimes

we can’t

see the

light

sometimes

we can

only cry

in the

night

sometimes

we pray

and find

solace

sometimes

we rage

and find

truth~

within…

 

 

Grace

in all

things~

seeking

grace,

divine

grace,

a

moments

grace,

Amazing

Grace~

fleeting

grace

reaching

grace

simple

grace…

Sometimes

clouds

are all

we can

see~

Look

again~

the

light

seeps

creeps

and,

will

shine

again~

eventually…

Flowers grow

flowers bud

flowers bloom

flowers wither

flowers die

but their

powerful beauty

lives on…

I am entering

a withering stage

but a few

blooms yet…

If a flower

I be

then which

is me…

A Rose

I suppose…

Waiting

in the

rain

waiting

through

the pain

waiting

for the

change

waiting

to break

the chains

waiting

for the

light

waiting

for what’s

right

Waiting…

Failed

failed

again

failed

harder

one of

my best

failures

yet…

Dust

off

fail

again

fail

better

fail

softer…

succeed…

 

The beauty

of a rose

breathtaking

to behold

The life

cycle unfolds

precious in

every stage

but most

vibrant

as its

petals

grow old

before

decay

takes

hold

watch

and you

will see

the

beauty

unfold

as she

grows

old…

Highways

by-ways

roads

taken

roads

forsaken

paths

lead

paths

deceive

follow the

Heart

it knows

the way

to go…

I was given today.

A Present~

The Greatest Gift~

May I always remember that…