These Days Of Grace Poem by peter rodenby

The distance between forgiveness is a slender thread of pain
We persevere and persuade ourselves that we can survive.
Its true with time all wounds will be wiped away
But in suffering every day we re awaken agony
In this day of grace in the garden of the lord
We lay down in fields of sweet grasses and forget
Only a golden sun will wake us.
From our slumbers seduced by innocence again
the sent of shaken flowers will pluck us from our dreams
A silent warm breeze will caress our spirit
And we will know with certainty that sorrow, and sadness
And evil and all the badness in the world is gone for us.