Grace

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.