Invisible Grace

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Infinite, I close
my eyes, and still
I cannot see You.

Impulse hits,
emits some unquiet
quarrel where hope
should stand.

I kneel, steal the day,
steel my song, precise
whisperings lost, tossed
to wandered wind.

I begin to crave less
distance between creation
and the rhythm of my chest, forget
that faith doesn’t come in fists,
but fully open hands.
 

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