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.
Poems Undated (1727)
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