1
grasping it slips free
change flows like untamed currents
carrying me on
2
shifting like shadows
yet rooted in the still depths
existence flows on
3
eyes fixed on bright skies
with faith in mercy I stride
unburdened by fear
4
reaching through the void
a fragile thread pulls us back
into shared struggle
5
in stillness grace breathes
sins dissolve like morning mist
soul finds quiet rest
Richard Gordon Zyne
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