Michael Edwards

IN TONES OF GRATITUDE

 

 

IN TONES OF GRATITUDE

 

 

Once broken by adversity

with tragedies of fate she’d known

she slept a long and restful sleep

and woke to hear the sound of bells

that tolled for her.

 

Within the embers of her world

her sorrows passed like evil dreams

and from the ashes sprang a flame

with warmth that roused her waking heart

and lit her sunless world.

 

Declusion left in distant dreams

she rowed toward romantic shores

no more she stayed irresolute

by natural impulse she enthralled

in tones of gratitude.