Grace to be born

And so it goes       the story tree still stands
in the park where as children we first heard
tales from the Arabian Nights      Ali
Baba and the forty thieves    Aladdin
with his magic lamp      Scheherazade
One night one day at a time      life lessons
this too will pass
                      and the slow pulse of that
oak tree and a universe expanding
beyond my childhood dreams     Apple blossom
and the smell of freshly cut grass can take
me back to those innocent days when all
seemed right with the world
                     Grace to be alive
when the final curtain falls and you are
there to send me on my way
                                             with a kiss

John Lyons

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