Her Name Was Grace

     Are we
          (In the centre of all this madness)

               Ready for a life of ease?

Would our soul know what to do
     With peace
          After being bashed about so heartlessly
               For so many years?

     Let me tell you a story about that

This day
     9 years ago
          A girl came to me

She had long dark hair
     And her name was Grace

          What was it about her
               That changed the way I walked in the world
                    Just because she was in it?

I’d like to hold a candle to that

          Can you imagine?

Surrounded by the truth
     That,
          Of all the people around me
               She was the only one
          With the money to put where her mouth is?

“Take a step back,”
     I said to myself

     “And admire the tight fitted nature
          Of this woman’s way in the world

          She speaks from a place of
               Centered truth
                    That is not often apparent
                         In one so young

     How can we not admire that?

And here she is
     Walking a path close enough to mine
          That I might reach out and touch her if I chose to

               But why would I?

                    Why would I?

Why not just let her walk on by
     And just be thankful
          That I was witness to her beauty?”

There is nothing for me to hang onto
     It’s not about that

It’s about recognizing heavenly creatures for who they are
     And letting them be just that

          Heaven

                         Amen

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