To Lightly Dance

by Alicia Beckwith

 

Time is chasing after us

With fast, furious pace

Setting down the ‘magic’

Each of us must face

Making a hole in the heart

That time cannot erase.

 

We must grasp the chance

So one may lightly dance

With one who matters much

And hold the ‘magic’ with tender touch

So when the time draws nigh,

Go gently with wings on high

To that final resting place

Where we shall see His face.

 

 

 

Alicia Beckwith has been painting, drawing, and writing since her teenage years.  She’s working on a book presently and hopes to publish it in the near future.

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