lost i wandered the dark hills
blind reaching out to nothing solid
cold rejection bitter earth swollen shut
feet buried in mud sucking me down
on one last morning clouds broke
so i could sense soft waves
cleansing the sickness from my sight
washing the Lightness through and over me
my body drifting ashore to ground
two feet gathering strength standing upright
as gentle grains of angel’s tears
did scrub my sins transformed into forgiveness
looking up with new bright vision
there was the green soothing pasture
peace whispered loud on holy ground
through it all now begins my restoration
words less spoken 
I love the title, Grady’s Psalm. Really pretty.
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Fank you 😀 it’s a nick name left over from the ye olden days lol
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Well, I don’t know what it’s a nick name for, but, it’s a real pretty leftover and should be reinstated into them there modern days. 🙂
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Ooohhhh I’m not sure I think Grady is fine back in the Grady Box shes rumored to be Pandoras younger sister and you know how that all went down… lol
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Hmm, well you know best! Still…
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Ok maybe just a little tee hee…
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A lovely poem. Well done.
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Very beautiful…
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Thank you, Sue ✌💓
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