Grace is illuminating places
that have only known the dark
I’ve never been so blessed
In this state of rest
of quiet prayer
I wait
Oceans of illusion
can seen difficult to cross
Little boats get lost
I reach out my hand
and my heart to you
And we catch a glimpse of land
From a window through a self-made hell
It doesn’t seem so far at all
Resting in the arms of Grace
I wait
Tell Me About It 
Heart-warming.
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Love this so much…heart-touching…
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Oh it seems we are living in this place of grace and feeling it much deeper it seems! ❤ ❤ ❤
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wow … great lines
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Thank you for your graceful poem.
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So beautiful Micki ! ❤
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Little white flowers! ♡♡♡
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Beautiful MM…I hope you and yours are progressing and the sun is shining on you today.
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Wonderful….Love those final two lines…..Be Hugged!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Hello my friend! Thank you! Rough time here I’m working my way out of it. Hugs to you! ❤
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Thinking of you Mickey…forgive my calling you that….need a little term of endearment…..Love and Hugs! 💓
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