the suns warmth
a benediction on my skin
the birds sing
Amazing Grace to You
the breeze stirs
lifting my spirit with it
and I know, all at once,
why-I-am
cloud cover moves in
chilling
but it would be too intense
to remain in Your presence always
You are a lot to take in
it is better this way
in pieces
to appreciate and savour You
to be converted to grace
again and again
in discovery – a joy, in acceptance – hope
rebirth in eucalypt spice and… <repeat> the sun’s warmth…
Talitha Fraser
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