Turning Point
When I'm with her "now"
I tend to pause and admire.
Stepping back to watch
Elegance, beauty & cleansing by fire.
Watching her from across the room
Silences my dance of turbulence,
I tip my hat and take a bow.
My purpose took a right turn
From that self imposed dungeon.
Thanks my Lord for the gift of hope
And hope you see, does not disappoint
Making the lukewarm into a burn.
Copyright © David Maclean | Year Posted 2016
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