From Grace to Grace
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By Randy Rich
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Across autumn, the Green Mountains rise in the silent white, calling to the blackbirds, the red wings moving in the rhythm of the barbed wire fences on the pine ridge. It is almost dark, the temperamental movement of winter ambles in the distance, such a lovely promise of grace of cottonwoods with bare branches. In the moon''s glow, I know the footsteps of the traveling music of the soul, I listen to the heart beat of the holy city, rising across the stone. |
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Submitted: Sunday, June 10, 2012
Last Updated: Sunday, May 21, 2017
About the Poet
I am married and have two beautiful children. I am a Professional Christian Counselor and Director of services for children at a local community mental health center.
Other Poems by Randy Rich
- A Cause for Rejoicing
- After IKE
- Autumn in Oklahoma
- Awakening
- Before Easter
- Before the Sun
- Celebration
- Changing Seasons
- Discover
- Evening Voices
- Faith
- Faith That Moves Mountains
- First Winter
- From Grace to Grace
- Fruit Of The Spirit
- God's Love
- Haiku
- Haiku/Tortoise
- Hi
- Hideaway
- Hospital Voices
- In Search of a Savior
- Intuitive
- Jenerette
- Liberty
- Listening
- Lovely Day
- On His Return
- On Prayer
- Rain
- Reflections on Easter Sunday
- Restless
- Sand
- Sarah
- Storming Of the Gates
- Summer Time
- Tambourine Man
- Teresa
- The Final Days
- The Golden Lark
- The Guardians
- The Harbor
- The One
- The Optimist
- The Rose
- The Star
- The Way
- Towards the Summit
- Trinity
- Visions from Above
- Visitation
- While Crossing the Neches River
- Whisper
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