A graceful lady

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Night was falling in

Birds folded their wings.

Upon the Irish hills

Winter was thickly crystallizing.

 

Upon the singular, frozen lane

Stars cast a beckoning glance.

The travelers are now gone

And the pathway lay forlorn.

 

From a corner farmhouse

A candle made sighs!

From the deep recesses

Prayers followed unto stillness.

 

A widow was in distress

A mother was in tears.

On the following castaway morn’

Her life was getting doomed.

 

Rent was her problem

Owner was her crucifier.

Auction was a reality

She was meeting inevitability.

 

Life was becoming a ghost

Meager possessions were getting lost.

Mind was on endless flight,

It was a burning night.

 

She knelt before Christ

She shed her heart.

Dawn peeped in soon

Birds took on wings.

 

Bailiff appeared on the scene

The public thronged in soon.

She stood in ardent prayers,

She held a sea within.

 

Soon followed the auction,

Possessions disappeared in seconds!

Christ rescued her at last

She was finally blest!

 

Upon Lord's picture fell innumerable eyes!

His graceful face stole the scene!

Thronging people fell on His light,

The world finally repaid her debts!

 

Life returned to modest streams

Love dales were long visiting.

Soulful prayers bless every life,

Graceful hearts are always answered.

 

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A real episode that had happened many decades ago in Ireland.
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