Grace Poem by Steven Federle

Grace



dry earth
shifting ever-down
to lowest ground,
dust sifting
autumn's blight,
to winter's,
longest night,

until Grace
unrequested, freely
given, undeserved
fills with unreserved life
springs, white-water
rising higher
than could ever
have been
conceived!

Monday, December 3, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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