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“Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness;
the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness.”
― John O’Donohue, Divine Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

There was a time when we walked with grace
held her in our arms
we knew each nuance of her face.
she sang to us in Psalms…

It was a time of compassion
when joy was everywhere
when we were healers
holding back despair…

There was a time
when gladness
we held each other tight,
joy was palpable
and love was our birthright…

When fear had not arrived
or moved into our quarters,
before walls were built
before they closed the borders…

The rains of sorrow came
and drowned out
our voices
in avalanches of fear
and loud clanging noises!

let the springtime of grace emerge to rain down loving kindness,
as heavy burdens dissipate
and wash away our blindness…

Don’t forget that I am a dreamer, hoping for a time when we can be normal again.
Or perhaps a
new age when there will be no borders between us!



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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