for graces
I’ve forgotten –
blessing without shame
paths I took
another day –
delivered me
the same
tho now my heart
is loosened
by the weight of
yesterdays
love I held much longer
than choice
to give away
of starry nights
loving arms –
gifted by design
mornings when
another sun
broke through –
a moment of forever
holy mine
a sacred truth
is written here –
to my soul
and on my face
hands I’ve held
names I keep –
as evidence
of grace
. . .
The things we carry are not always tangible
…the best things we carry are without proof and without weight ❤
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