a comfortable cup of tea

a comfortable cup of tea

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Grace

Grace I spread my poncho wide And beckoned my soul take rest In a piercing gaze it held me Uneasy by the queer request Silently we remained in expectation Of that which neither one knew Like a work in patient progress Before its creator is through When slowly, cautiously my heart settled And courage made present its place The tear-stained words I uttered From shame transformed into grace A grace amazing and musical Its melody comforting and known Freely, in love unconditional I knew I’d finally come home

2 comments:

Tipper said...

Just amazingly beautiful.

Dana said...

your so stinkin' cool.

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