For the Littlest Graces

Gratitude begins with the simple things. -Michelle Liew

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Morning breaks soft, its sky humble red,

Silence fills the air, in rarest calm.

The world so still, unseen space,

The wind blows soft, not felt.

Life blooms in silence-

Sun,soil,sky,earth

Simple gifts

Left.

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Time

Unseen

Moments shared

Run through our lives

Quiet bonds, ever soft

But always strong and keen.

Thanks for the threads that bind us,

To our past, the ones we hold dear

Thanks for threads that bind us to quiet grace.