Rhythm of Grace

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Moments set to
mouse clicks

and whirring
washers,

pencils
softly etching

days
into seasons,

wounds
into years.

Pain snapped
across the crisp

white pages
of time,

whorl of words
frothing

toward the
light,

cascading
heartbeats

held
tenderly

in an endless
rhythm of days,

roots
sinking,

tendrils
reaching,

stretching,
drinking in,

the eternal rhythm
of grace.

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2 responses to “Rhythm of Grace

  1. like a soft breeze! Thank you!

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  2. Cindee, this has the most peaceful rhythm and is a gorgeous, lush poem. I love it 🙂

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