Humility and grace: A poem 

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I see with my own eyes 

how the dark winding road dies 

A day passes, and the future lies 

in lighting up my own fires 

I know, with my own mind 

that wounds heal, pain is left behind 

The awareness that is well-defined 

is that the cruelest circumstance is only kind 

My moments are like little leaves 

that the tree of wisdom carefully weaves 

And there’s gratitude written on my sheafs 

that humility and grace got me off my knees 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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