Posted by: lecubiste | December 7, 2008

Walk in Grace

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In the heartfelt moments of despair,
At the bottom of the path they met;
In a gambling house in a tourist city,
Two beacons converged, two spiritual vets.

 

Alchemy was the theme of this convocation,
Both internally and externally meant,
The transformation of dross into gold,
The achievement of higher levels of sense.

 

She, so natural and kind,
So innovative as she blended her oils;
He, transformed through inner magic,
Poetic truth from his spirit boils.

 

They might have missed and never connected
But for an overloaded flight.
He saw his chance and took his voucher, and
Returned to the casino for one more night.

 

Using his psychic ability,
He let her know that he was back.
They met in the hall by the slot machines;
He knew he had just hit the pot jack.

 

An evening of conversation, meals, and craps,
Then finally it was time to say goodnight.
In front of the elevators came the dreamt of kiss;
At that time they both saw and felt the light.

 

Subsequent phone calls, emails, and dreams
Brought those two in love together,
Travel to each other’s abodes,
Sharing each other on every level.

 

For him she was a heartfelt newness,
Support and affection in every way;
For her he was a dream come true,
A partner on her path, her way.

 

They found that when they walked together,
Their gaits blended at an ideal pace,
Their bodies perfect for each other,
Hands, feet, eyes, face.

 

The happy merging of these two,
Like some strange tale from outer space,
Joined in some more profound effort,
Their paths aligned, they walk in grace.

 

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