Nature has a way of
Distilling
Pain - In spite of
Instilling
Grace - In light of
Worries soothed,
Hearts are Moved.
Narrow Passages of Light -
Stars Above, Shining Bright...
Eternal Now-
Grace Cascades, somehow.
And through it all,
I see thy face,
Encompassing the Natural Law
of My Heart's Embrace.
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