When the world was round ,
and hearts were square,
everything was not as it is,
An article of faith
resumed
tirelessly
rolling
out
grace,
Sometimes a transition is offensive, a
chore,
Sometimes
a gift, a shore,
Then all the birds sing
and dance comes easy.
A peaceful Way
prospers the Great.
Though frought with frost
forwardness is ongoing
and blessing is attained.
For Amber