A Week Dawns, A Season Draws To a Close

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In the soft sounds of the dawn
I hear your call

I lay still as the beating of the rain
Signals a day of fresh beginnings

Water that cleanses
Water that soothes
Water that purifies the dust of life

In the midst of pain
I feel Your comforting breeze
Face to face with loss
I grasp that glimmer of a greater hope

A hope that does not fail
Memories that carry us beyond
The calls of childhood
The laughter of summer

Age gathers, shadows grow
What once was vibrant
Now grows weary

But to that greater hope I will hope
To that glorious home
I will send

One which I will ever hold dear to my heart.

An ode to my grandmother…in these passing days, not knowing when you will leave us for your greater home, know that youre handprint on my life will ever remain.

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