Saturday, March 20, 2010

Touched by Grace

Her presence fills the room
But I don't see her working by herself in the chair

I can feel her with me everywhere
I look all around but can't find her anywhere

She's closer now than she was before
Though I can't reach out and touch her anymore

I see her in all things beautiful and fair
But can't spot her however long I stare

I lost her somewhere I don't know where
But she comes in with every morning air
To touch me with her loving care

She is the river
She is the cloud now
Once near and small
Without bounds and all around me now

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