Genuineness is not difficult to see
in the eyes of the average man.
Fresh air fills his lungs
with promise and hope.
Wishes wander around
the streets of his mind,
looking for a brand-new outlook on life.
Making him travel to new places,
wherever his imagination conjures up,
he goes for Grace.
The Grace I know walks with two legs,
and reaches everyone in her path.
Peace is an object
I'm trying to obtain.
Leave me to my own devices,
and I'll find it in the rain.
A deep breath,
I place my focus on my senses.
I can touch the silence
like a breezy beach day.
Sand covers my feet
with a brand of warmth
which can't be beat.
Solace-
I saw Him in a windowsill,
bright as God can shine.
I peaked out to see hope in the daylight,
opened it up to breathe in the vibrant air.
It's terrible we can't live without a care,
or pray our worries into an endless abyss.