Grace and Solitude
In solitaire of early morn
my soul is quietly reborn.
While slow adventure of the day
rises in a solemn way
generates pure meditation
lifts me up to contemplation
and fills me with a passioned awe.
I must blush from what I’ve saw.
Now my spirit is refreshed.
I’m feeling at my very best.
God in his majesty so fine
stopped to touch this life of mine.
And through His daily gift of grace
I’m fashioned to run the rugged race.
4/28/20
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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