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Grace

12 February 2020

I cast my sins on snow and leave them there

I make so small a stain on glacial ice

My aching lungs and burning legs repair

A busy, broken mind that fills me twice

 

Too full with panicked fear and futile rage

A wild fear made calm by wild space

Look where we’ve come, this frozen mountain stage

Look where we are, this theater of grace

 

I can’t remember now if I led you

Or you led me from frenzied thrashing crowds

To snowy boulders sealed above by blue

These high unnumbered hills that float on clouds

 

I’ve sloughed a pilgrim’s burden by the way,

To stand by you above the distant fray.

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  1. Cindy Tancredi permalink
    12 February 2020 13:12

    This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing

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