Monday, October 4, 2010

poem 3 april 21,2005

and there is grace
and its amazing.
perfect newborn
life stretching chesire
cat smiles blue
skies.dandelion puff warm
days april that feel
like an embrace
love and kisses
neck and butterflies
stomach and belly
laughs and hope to press
the gift of his peace
the balm that fills
the cracks
the never leaving
forsaking.holes in the
hands that hide.holes
in my heart
to hold my
head high when
i'd rather
scuff my shoes
and be forgotten.
unmistakeable miracles
blessings that overflow
spill out you can't
help good and whole
restored anew
all of the silly
sunday school songs
and verses actually
mean something.
you may not chat
around the water cooler,
you are forgiven.
you are loved.
you can see beauty
out of ashes.
you can see joy
in the morning-mourning
turned to dancing.
and you
dance and
your pen lives
and your heart swoons
and your knees knock.
and happiness.
sheer happiness.
and grace
this is grace.
thanks be to God.

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