The wind blows pure- unpolluted...

My blinking eyes see signs of Grace...

The fluff from the clouds temporarily disappears...

And give the mysterious woods-a face;



The purple dawn awakens all of my senses...

As the brillant lemon-orange rises in the East-

A gentle sigh from a past shadow whispers a single breath-

While a raging thunder builds as a mighty beast;



Morning secrets travel to and through to Grace...

As Mother Natures wings listen to the thunders rolling roars-

While in the depths of the mountain- a victim prays for no rain...

Outside 'tis sparkling, as the Autumns frosts of yore;



The future past lies not in the Winter to come...

Nor even in the Springs rain or Eastertide blooms...

For she 'tis awaiting shortly there after, for us-

In the 'Grace of love' at Summertimes warm noon;


Dedicated to: ' Nancy Grace'-HLN-***
To her mother: Elizabeth who was released from the hospital.
Prayers are answered Nancy!
In Honor of Nancy's Birthday coming up: October 23,2009.
In Honor of Her Miracle Twins Birthday coming: November 4,2009.
Do not miss out on her book: The Eleventh Victim...It is wonderful! ! ! !
It is a must read! ! ! !

October 9,2009

Theodora (Theo) Onken

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-thing-leads-to-another-3/