Grace

Epitaph


All is Light

My Friend

You

No Longer Me

Silent Heart

 

The Sadness of Knowing


The Light


 

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Grace

Evening stillness fills my mind,
Like summer sunlit dew-fresh sky,
The space between becomes the seen,
And silent echoes pass me by.

Peace has settled, gently bathing,
Softly breathing, all is still,
Being opens, darkness fades,
Light becomes and all is filled
With Grace.

 

 

 

1973, Tony Titshall