God's Grace
Beneath the diamond dust.
Of the twilight of the moon.
Thoughts of you float by my eyes.
My mind spins into a thousand lines.
Silver threads weave their way thru my soul.
And I am once again transported back in time.
The moon at the time was a blush of scarlet red.
As the heavens opened up and the stars fled.
As every grain of sand turned into a gem.
And the sea spoke eloquently with Him.
I watched the stars come back to twinkle in the sky.
The truth of God is hidden like a treasure in the light.
Though the canopy of this great land knows well his touch.
The deep blue of the night skies holds his mystical touch.
As the flowers did bow in God's holy light
and spread the seeds of God's everlasting grace.
Sat. 6: pm 7/ 20/ 2013
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