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Days of Grace
I wish these days of grace to linger -
linger in my soul content, yet ablaze.
Ablaze with dying in order to nourish -
nourish to live again. Each Autumn I walk,
walk these wooded trails, pause -
pause to photograph and gaze in wonder.
Wondering all the while if I will bow -
bow as graciously as nature when it's my time.
Time, a gift we seem to squander -
squander away when we have it and long,
long for it when it silently winds down - tick,
tick, tick. Perhaps we over-think, when we should -
should just breath in and out, think how to,
to give of ourselves, daily. Die to self,
selflessly give each day in order to live -
live one day outside of time, ablaze with grace.
by Margaret Bednar, October 13, 2013
This is written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Sunday Challenge - Loop Poetry". The last word of the line must wrap around and begin the next. I did not take up the challenge of a rhyme scheme.
I am also linking this up with "I Heart Macro week 22"