Tag Archives: grace
Woman, vimming grace, there is no need to explain– Your fire, your fate. Advertisements
To walk in fields of blue lightning, to see with a child’s snow-driven eyes, is to receive awe and grace; the tasseled forks of God’s split tongues and blonde fuzzies coercing you to savor.
By exacting standards, I have held myself aloft, bated, the invocation to surrender, in bald tatters, now tags me to move, in rapport with grace, into suppler imaginings.
Lighted faith for fools, orphan-heart rigged to wander– every moon Home.
By tenderest shoots, nuptials chance a star’s violet gleanings, Souls, in turn, twin to a greening grown true in hearts ennobling.
Air chastens itself when given room to circulate, its holy charge the generous breath of God respiring toward Grace’s fused ends.
Winter’s blown kisses, tatters of angels torn love– To receive with grace.
Bathing in prism, beloved praise of warm hands– Grace freely given.
How a mother loves, the same as how her heart breaks– River with no end.
Piety, unflinching, gaze of a thousand suns, rising, setting– heart guiding a numinous row.