A Doorway Into Grace
On to gentler ground I tread,
Where cliffs in silence frown o’erhead.
Below, a lake of silver thread,
Its banks with living green are spread.
The water shimmers, calm and wide,
Its ripples sing as if with pride.
The sun descending, warms the stream,
And quenches thirst in golden gleam.
Bright boats in festive colors sail,
Their painted sides by light made frail.
Drawn to wonders, vast and deep,
They pause in awe the soul to keep.
A voice rings clear, its words appear
To draw the heart and charm the ear.
Sweet wisdom flows, serene and deep—
A gentle strength that does not sleep.
With grace and truth in light refined,
A balm for heart, a peace for mind.
No task for praise or fleeting fame—
To teach is joy, its own acclaim.
O gentle souls, by spirit led,
Who’ve walked where higher hopes have sped—
May this bring peace, a glimpse of joy,
That time nor sorrow can destroy.
For all through nature’s shining face
Is but a doorway into grace.
This life, though brief, though frail in light,
Prepares the soul for higher sight.
WoPoLi 
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