September Song
Late summer, early fall,
when old age arrives,
every body’s in the same boat.
Not so our hearts.
Eyes a little less clear,
can’t see what’s next,
but I’m quite at peace
in this cusp month,
eager to trade
history for mystery.
As in each and every month,
each and every day,
I am invited to give and forgive.
I like this.
Breathing in, I see
I am living in Grace.
Breathing out, I’m grateful.
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