A Graceful Lady

The night was falling in
Birds folded their wings.
Upon the Irish hills
Winter was thickly crystallizing.

Upon the singular, frozen lane
Stars cast a beckoning glance.
The travelers are now gone
And the pathway lay forlorn.

From a corner farmhouse
A candle made sighs!
From the deep recesses
Prayers followed unto stillness.

A widow was in distress
A mother was in tears.
On the following castaway morn’
Her life was getting doomed.

Rent was her problem
The owner was her crucifier.
The auction was a reality
She was meeting inevitability.

Life was becoming a ghost
Meager possessions were getting lost.
Mind was on the endless flight,
It was a burning night.

She knelt before Christ
She shed her heart.
Dawn peeped in soon
Birds took on wings.

The bailiff appeared on the scene
The public thronged in soon.
She stood in ardent prayers,
She held a sea within.

Soon followed the auction,
Possessions disappeared in seconds!
Christ rescued her at last
She was finally blest!

Upon Lord's picture fell innumerable eyes!
His graceful face stole the scene!
Thronging people fell on His light,
The world finally repaid her debts!

Life returned to modest streams
Love dales were long visiting.
Soulful prayers bless every life,
Graceful hearts are always answered.

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