It never occurred to me
that grace could be
letdown, like hair,
in a few gentle layers,
one year at a time.
Now I look up
and I see myself covered,
no, dusted
in white.
We are never left alone,
and for peacelessness
a gratitude arises
meeting the grace that comes
down from above, but reaching
up when noticing, a moment’s
continuance
I’ve seen a rainbow form
in this meeting.
Heaven knows sunshine and
rain make a good couple.
Fiesta Estrellas 
As long as that beautiful coupling doesn’t end up as your hair colors. 🙂
Even that I might try to get away with…
one of my favorite songs, trippy Stones ❤
this grace offered,
an easy porch
to step onto
and smile, Ka 🙂
David, thank you. This song came up in the queue and
so I shared it with you.
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Thank you very much!
You are welcome!
Lovely insight!
Thank you, Dennis 🙂