There is no road
there is no lodge
stars above
pine straw below
Monday, November 28, 2011
GRACE
Your eyes, soft with love
with Innocence
the Promise of Childhood
timidly ventures out
a glimpse, a glimmer
the Soul's shy smile
Nurtured by a gentle hand
sparkles and shines
A Light, a Life reborn
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