modus vivendi

amazing life
amazing journey
amazing grace
amazing sight
left foot and leg impeded - the
journey slowed - I am held
here the while to
see where I should go - pinioned
by the arms of time and space
God's breath at my ear -
staying here until I find
faith and reason 1 have
lost to death - my breath
on the page, the words
grow themselves into flower
and greenery - each word
a blade of grass thin
and lissome but growing
fast enough to carpet the
world entire
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