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The Crone’s Blessing

My heart was dancing
     and the sunny blades of grass
     bowed in a gentle breeze.
For one brief afternoon
     I felt at one with everything
     and knew no cares.
Then, by next morning,
     the brilliance had faded
     and keen shadows had returned.
The venerable crone
     had granted me supernal joy,
     and I never thanked her
     for this unexpected blessing.
But often I picture her kindly face
     with a grateful heart.

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