Grace and Solitude
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There are two trees in my back yard
I turn to when my days grow hard:
I’ve named them Grace and Solitude,
they serve to cleanse life’s dust accrued.
Grace comforts me with peace unearned;
with mercy, should a bridge be burned.
Its tranquil shade my spirit lifts,
reminding me of God’s good gifts.
When under Solitude’s lush bough
I rest refreshed (at least for now).
On plush grass I luxuriate,
to skylark’s tune I meditate.
Content to bathe in nature’s views -
then back to hear the daily news.
I sigh as I hear of disease,
desiring solace from those trees.
From respite I too soon adjourn
and to my daily tasks return.
I crave to lave in quietude;
my place of Grace and Solitude.
Written 6 May 2020
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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