when I am still moving?
How can it be that words
mean more than they did before?
Amazing the grace that saves
those who search and seek.
Calming the tides
that slowly rise to meet that
time and place.
I heard news of stillness
and change.
Hope brings life full cycle and
light shakes out the dread
and sorrow
unneeded for now.
Streaming on faces
are rays that sear tomorrow's joys
and erase the lines of yesterday.
Warmth unknown and treasures
not yet found
await the dreamers and keepers
of pierced hearts and open souls.
Hush sounds the chimes
of new-fallen snow,
cleaning spiritual slates
and spinning clocks
of impassioned affection.
sweet is the word.
sweet is the thought.
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