• Ambers of Grace

    Wednesday, April 4, 2012


    In that late afternoon craze of pounding feet, tired bodies and lose tears

    Heaven glazed our earth in gold

    Folding small hands into mine we trailed the winding river under a canopy of grace

    Unfolded the days stress across a meadow

    The strokes of memories painted a miracle

    Embedding the ambers of heaven into the fabric of souls