Wednesday, November 11, 2020

A Poem

In Grace

[You can be]

 Swimming, fresh inhaling,

 

laughing, never failing

 

always moving

 

in the pleasure

 

of its rush ensuing space—

 

without measure

 

peace and stillness,

 

soft, serene, sight unseen—

 

Living, basking in the soothing,

 

warm surrounding

 

ever bounding depths

 

of green release

 

that is found in boundless grace.

 

 

Mark Absher

2002


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