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As I age may there be grace
As the threads were sorted,
knots undone
The sun shone,
I was blessed by warmth
A smile,
love in your eyes,
Me
Benches line our path,
Rest a bit,
Between pilgrimages,
we chat
Enjoy the quiet,
peace be with us
The river runs,
Past obstacles
Flow and float,
rays of love,
Dreams
All are blessings,
a cornucopia
Thanksgiving,
always
For what was,
what is,
what will be
Serenity is infinite in these moments
I wonder
do you feel it?
Unknotted threads,
woven into Our lives,
one to another
Patterns develop with love
We are older images are clearer
Smiling now,
it is us,
shades of light and dark
We hear the strings as they hum,
warp and weft
A tapestry continually growing with color
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