Grace,
floats softly down
on golden sunlit wings.
Love,
whispered into pain
makes the darkness sing.
Hope,
when held tightly
is no small thing.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
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These are fantastic! Well done, Mark. 🙂
Beautiful poem. Your words gave me goosebumps. Loved the picture too. 😀
Thank you so much Vashti!