I can see my life,
Woven, into the embers
Of a summer sky;
A soften transit
Into the dream-crossed twilight
Of uncounted years;
Threads, like ribbon skies
Between the eaves of heaven,
Braid my resting place;
Horizons expand,
And shadows of light display
Their smirks of whimsy;
Sacred encounters,
In His close and subtle touch,
Renew life within.
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