Twilight Things Poem by Bill Grace

So much of my life was wasted:
Ambition, lust, depression, anger,
The things that built a decent twilight
but only through God’s grace.
I count now as gain the despised things
The poetry - even that not honored -
Women, who teased, but would not have me
Animals – particularly a heroic dog of youth
An ordination at an outcast church
A baptism not built on fear
A distant child saved from prejudices scourge
An ancient license plate of establishment sin
Strange, the things we cherish at twilight. –
Never more than the forms of love.
Bill Grace
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