Grief comes crashing on my soul That I may never grow old But be entrapped at this age Like a candle wick burning sage And all that might never come to pass Is crystallized in the Everlast That I just stumbled upon one morning Found a time to cease the mourning That seems to pour out from within At least until I met him And all the clouds were cleared from the sky And I was not afraid to die But humbled in the truest sense To fall from Grace in the present tense As I scratched at every amber Held love close like a cliffhanger Only to discover that the air Is in each breath you take of prayer
Wonderful poem!
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