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 absorb 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, reflect 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, originally written October 13, 2013 - updated October 19, 2014
Every year I delight in the fall season. This is a poem I wrote last year and I made two slight changes. I hope everyone is able to get out and enjoy the day!