In the Grace of Peace
As an ether
on the wind
it calls to me,
beckoning
from the sublime,
reaching past all time
all knowing
Breathing into the glass
fogging me,
in the mystery of tomorrow,
an essence of self
renews faith,
I lay apart my soul,
lifting up the cowl
that covers my sins,
And I weep
For the things
I have done,
laughing
for the things
yet to be,
and hope
that nothing ,
but peace
descends on all
in graced pieces
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2009
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