{"id":226,"date":"2024-05-01T16:03:42","date_gmt":"2024-05-01T16:03:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/magnumopus\/?p=226"},"modified":"2024-05-01T16:12:09","modified_gmt":"2024-05-01T16:12:09","slug":"the-travelers-grace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/magnumopus\/the-travelers-grace\/","title":{"rendered":"The Traveler’s Grace"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Beneath the verdant canopy's gentle sway,
A traveler's weary steps did slow that day.
In nature's tender clasp, the woodlands lay,
Where paths diverged, his heart in silent fray.

An elder, with her years spun into grace,
Emerged from paths where few leave trace.
Her eyes, like tomes, bore history's face,
Her voice, a tender breeze in that quiet place.

\"Stray traveler, as stars in heavens roam,
For mere crumbs and a drop that shimmers like foam,
I offer my wisdom to light your gloom.
Your spirit shines clear, 'neath the sun's bright loom.\"

She spoke, her words a pact, a gentle plea,
He gave with grace, his heart as open as the sea.
\"Thanks be to thee,\" her smile spread wide and free,
Paths are but reflections of what you wish to see.\u201d

Life's odyssey brims with both joy and strife,
Like rivers rich with the essence of life.
In every soul you find under this earth's dome,
May kinship spark, casting warmth like a hearth's home.
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The end of your quest is not the treasure to seek,
But in each step is love, that lights the sparks at each peak.
For when all paths converge, as they surely must,
It's the love you spread that turns gold from mere dust.\u201d

A single tear, like morning dew, found its way,
Down his cheek, a silent tribute to the day.
With her wisdom close, a balm to his core,
He journeyed forth, with riches of the soul to store.

Their parting was a gentle fold in time's weave,
A testament to the gifts we receive and leave.
In that act of kindness, so pure and so deep,
Lay love's true seed, for the world to keep.

The destination is not the prize to yearn,
But the cherished steps at every turn.
For in the end, each path will blend,
And it's the cherished moments that will ascend.\"

Touched by her words, a tear did crest,
Upon his cheek, it found its rest.
With a nod and a smile, he took her lore,
And journeyed on, richer than before.
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They parted \u2018neath the soft light of the day,
Two souls touched by moments along the way,
The story found warmth, in that selfless creed,
Love\u2019s most precious seed, 
the simple act of a good deed.<\/pre>\n\n\n
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