As the yellow
Leaf tumbles
Down, down
The breeze
Catches it
And holds it
Hovering, floating
On air
Like magic
Invisible strings
Break before
It dives
To lie in a
Field of leaves
All waiting
To be crunched
About Me
Sinner saved by grace. Great sinner, greater grace.
[God] You called and cried out loud and shattered my defenses. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours. -Saint Augustine
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