Timeless Grace

Timeless Grace

You look weathered and worn,

Alone and forlorn,

Aloof, and lost in place.

This winter’s been cold,

It’s made you look old;

Deep furrows line your face.

I stop in my tracks,

Fingers tracing the cracks,

Feel the years, the timeless grace.

Your arms are quite long,

And surprisingly strong;

I’m crushed in your embrace.

I fall under your spell,

With the stories you tell,

About an older time and place.

Always be here,

‘Cause to me it’s quite clear,

You’re something we can’t replace.

By Rosemary Danielis