Tonight friend
After the dance
Of the midnight strokes
Skipping stones
Across the Pond
Closer and closer
They lightly coast
Winding down
Their beats afloat
Tapping tears of sweet release
Into the sloughing
Wuthering breeze
Filtering out
The Worlds ere noise
Subsiding, till asunder hush
Inviting warm incoming rest
With Gods right arm
A rocking chair
Perfect time
Twill ease on in
The new and beautiful
Grace filled morn

God bless
Kelly Sampson Griswold

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