Reflections and Shadows

Legacy of Grace

On occasion in the hours before dawn,

when the mind's womb delivers dreams;

noble desires can seep through the heart,

as unspoken prayers of a yearning soul.

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Too pure for the clutches of demons,

they ascend to the starlit heavens above;

where they slip through the care of angels,

to the feet of the One who tempers both.

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As leaves twirl down from trees in the fall,

so is the manner of grace in due time;

to brighten a dim light when darkness thickens,

and grant a reprieve from the rot of staleness.

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Onto a black canvas my essence was gleaned,

strokes of wonders purposed the brush;

while fanciful admirations served as a palette,

to depict for me my churning heart.

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A tender light spawned a beautiful ray all my own,

and summer pushed aside all seasons to bring me shade;

while the moon's lady visited me with songs that heal,

and a delicate fabric wove for me a devoted thread.

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Sunlit dreams and shadow fantasies are mine again,

to fill my uncharted island with welcome guests;

as my thoughts dance with their own creations,

to the melody of thanks for the legacy of grace.