several years hence
in which the leaves will carry on the wind
our many current cares forgotten.
Live in that crystal time
where the troubles of our many morning horrors
are but stains upon some long-discarded dress.
Disasters come and go; let love, and strength, and grace
remain--let life be sweet, for all the time between
is either sweet, or nothing.
September 2013
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