amazing life amazing journey amazing grace amazing sight left foot and leg impeded - the journey slowed - I am held here the while to see where I should go - pinioned by the arms of time and space God's breath at my ear - staying here until I find faith and reason 1 have lost to death - my breath on the page, the words grow themselves into flower and greenery - each word a blade of grass thin and lissome but growing fast enough to carpet the world entirenext poem