Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

And All Will Be Well

Bare feet
unsure steps
feeling like a toddler
balance waining
life is full of wonder
everything is
and can be
new again
washed with perfection's blood
and squirrel barks
with God's help
I will be mastered
and molded
and shine
and move
for I am still here
there is a place for me on this earth and
it is in my breathing body
I will forgive and
forgiveness become
when I grow up
I want to be Love

For now I sit under a backlit canopy
on a bench with a plaque that says
"and all will be well."

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