"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."
Virgina Woolf, The Years
23.5.18
A matter of Grace
A summer storm Graces all of me Highway warm Sing silent poetry And I could bring you the light And take you home into the night (Lately, I just can’t seem to believe Discard my friends to change the scenery It meant the world to hold a bruising faith But now, it’s just a matter of grace)
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