Image by He Qi: Nativity
I tripped on beauty and fell –
Into cool blues, warm pinks and golds that
took my breath away. No bumps.
Movement invited me to tango, but didn't
mind that I didn't know the steps.
No bruises.
Grace took the lead and beckoned me to,
"Come, sit and rest a spell". Safe.
Hope served me some comfort for here and
to go. Sound.
This company went the extra mile to make
sure it’s all good.
For this moment, inside these four
corners, I am.
Home.
Copyright 2013 T.L. Eastman
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