State of Grace

June 25, 2013

It is not the winter of this body’s life.

No force can quell the magic of these days

To live, to love and offer up my praise.

And though the years have seen their share of strife

And loss and pain they are now far behind.

No longer are there dark and wintry fears

Or counting up of sorrow's wasted tears,

The inability to still the mind,

For now the goal is clear, the way is shown.

Bathing in the fragrance of the flowers

Intimidated not by fleeting hours

Through His largesse this fledgling soul has grown.

I take the present as a state of grace

In Her my fate and future lives I place.