The song, Amazing Grace, lofts me into clouds that surround
Me as I undress and put myself to rest for one more day. Time
has now become the coin of my realm. Spending it wisely is my
new challenge. I don’t know why it has taken me so long to join
that cluster that musters smiles of joy as they deploy themselves
to find tiny pieces of wisdom that lead them through the winding,
defining channels of darkening days. Even as rays of sun have begun
to cast shadows on their path ahead. Good times did not die, they
just lie in wait over that hill that now fills the diminishing western sky.
When it grows dark, the meadowlarks sing their sweet songs to tuck
away the day.
...."Tiny pieces of wisdom that lead them through the winding...." One of my new favorites. Love your writing ....