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Thursday, November 14, 2024

A Walk’s Graces by Clare Julian ARCWP



I recall a walks graces

Through scented twilights dusk

Sparrows chanted Your praises

Rooted greenwoods swayed in trust

 

And I, who joyed in the moment of scampering squirrels at play

And what the creatures did display

Joined my prayer in the Cosmic surrender 

And reclaimed my Home that day.

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