Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Where is the Grace?
Where is the Grace in this situation.
Eyes so Bright with life, how could this equate with a Body Broken.
Let me hold your hand for the last time.
The train of stammering words comes to a severe halt.
Your hand I hold. Or maybe it is you that held my hand.
Touch carves out a Tunnel for Spirit and Light to flow.
Sacred Silence held hands and danced around us.
Serenity kissed you with with a star to your forehead.
Wet from the aroma of kisses and tears on your hand.
I say Good Night.
And leave you swaddled in a perfect peace.