The tempo has increased,
the light has dissipated,
the clouds have stopped...
...The leaves dancin' at a faster pace are.
The tones have changed,
the gray scale guest has arrived,
the gloomy blanket has been extended.
I've seen some brokenness, lives at the edge,
In the sense of perhaps a word:
S.O.S.
God. Father. Savior.
It is grace, nothing but grace, that we are alive, we can live!
