Spontaneous Poetry: Grace

Dreams of light
The angels shiver in delight
Far from here
Fish swim in the golden mere

There is a bridge not far from here
I walk across it with a beloved coat I'm holding dear
There is a gap in the bridge
That ice water below is as cold as a fridge

I see him standing there
Whispers of silver in his hair
He waits for me to pass the open hole
His strength of faith hands me a goal

He knows I won't come tumbling down
I won't fall in the river and drown
My walk is at a steady pace
Which enables me to dive into the space of grace

For those that see the unseen
This is not just a dream
This is an actual race
To help me to understand how to find grace

I’m Zoe Langman, a 45-year-old welsh Nomad. On December 19th, 2017, I packed up my flat, put all my essentials into a suitcase, and started my Nomadic Journey. I don't think it's ever too late to reinvent or redesign your life.

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