Grace Be Unto Us Tonight
Anxious fear is caught upon the precipice of time.
Journeys caught in slumber; oblique recantations arrive.
Yesterday is gone; tomorrow remains a secret born of today.
Chilling reminders of life lain upon fragilities humble way.
Black ink skies reveal the intricate vastness of all infinity.
Forever now is the soft whisper on the lips of Gods divinity.
These roads traversed sleep on the gentleness of a promise.
Soft avenues lain in silent hope; grace be unto us tonight.
J. Allen Wilson © 8/2008
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayer, Karla.
Mary
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)