Grace

The day is now doneTomorrow, a ride aheadHappiness, but fear

County now on hold.Not wanting people to hurt;but where now to head?

My legs are shakingHow do I survive the painEasy, don’t give up

Mental fingers out…Aware of so many souls;each, different view

Eyes closed in the fire And I’m off soaring in flight Again with the blaze

I see their mouths move.Many promises coming;hear, “It’s about me.”