I am thankful for this breath,
these words tumbling from rugged
gravel road of life being lived
on edge of time slipping away.
I embrace this edge, this path, the
ancient warrior called shadow
of death where I feel painfully alive.
I embrace praise song of steps
and breaths/ soul hands reaching
for common hands and God and hope,
straining to reach beyond my reach,
yet grasping more than I can hold,
and thankful to let go.
You may also enjoy Greg's poem, The Christmas Tree found here.