Amazing grace

What beautiful skies I stumble upon

In my amazement of the day

I take the back road to the crossing

I don’t realize my prey

 

Two trees bent to the sea

A church with sunken towers

A tear on my knee

The distinctive smell of flowers

 

Trapped I my confession

The eleventh hour on the eleventh day

I await the re‑occurring verdict

The amazement peds away

12-04-1991

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