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Grace

Soft wind blowing

Coolness on face

Home light glowing

Can feel the embrace

Leaves flapping slow

Where is my place

Crackles heard from snow

Can I be shown grace

There is a flow

It feels like lace

How can we know

The mercy of grace

It takes high or low

Never will it deface

Face is aglow

Do you have a trace

SHADOW

The shadow is cast by the figure that stands if only that figure could be a see through man.
Because in the shadows is where the evil lurks peeking around looking always with a smirk.

When the light shines the darkness fades like the dust of dry ground when the wind is made.
But from the shadows the tendrils reach out they will pull into the darkness without a doubt.

Call out for the light to be saved wait for the master His word cuts like a blade.
He comes as a roaring lion to set wrongs right then the darkness is forever gone into the night.

Then let us shout for glee and for joy because the lion before us started as a baby boy.
It has now come to a miraculous end I hope that before this happened you let the master in.

THE STRETCH

We are pulled from pillar to post, and the stretch is painful.

The further the sinew pulls the more we are up to the task.

Fully extended, we don’t think there is another inch to give.

People look and laugh and prod us to go further than we want.

It is apparent the only wish of the people is the enjoyment of our pain.

The pain causes us to withdraw, and the stretch is lessened.

The pain is not related to the stretch but the enjoyment of the act by others.

We realize what people need is to be stretched themselves.

No, the stretch from them will never come because they are shallow.

Shallowness is the result of the lack of their flexibility and understanding.

From our depth the shallowness seems more painful than the stretch.

The wisdom found is that through our elasticity happiness abounds.

Being adaptive is the product of stretching and the result is true happiness.

Elasticity is the fulcrum from which life culminates do not fret from the pain.

The more our fibers are torn the greater the journey is determined to be.

Let your vitality show forth and relish the time in which all is being pulled away.