Thursday, August 7, 2014

Awesome August 2014 Number Seven

Until I have no need of soothing grace
On that day all my thoughts are simply true
When rest is given a permanent place
With grasses green and sky of deepest blue
Once my voice can rise in victor's rare song
Soaring aloft and drifting to eager ears
When I can gaze where I feel I belong
Until  acceptance supplants mournful tears
Replete in task and that ,yes, 'twas well done 
All mountains scaled and oceans sailed
No more rising moon nor bright midday sun
And all of life's answers can be unveiled 
On that day when my toils are done and blest
Remember this, my heart, I love you  best

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