Can’t see what’s next,
but I’m eager to trade
history for mystery.
Ah, the winter solstice.
It’s time to start
bringing light
to the darkness.
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When old age arrives,
every body’s in the same boat.
Not so our hearts.
Breathing in,
I see I’m living in Grace.
Breathing out,
I am grateful.
Every day, I am
invited to give and forgive.
I like this.
Adventure in your soul
is good,
rocks in your head,
perhaps not so much.
I like your poems.
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