Invisible Grace

…..

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.
 

…..

Wordled.

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5 Responses to Invisible Grace

  1. Sara v says:

    Beautiful ending De 🙂

  2. faith doesn’t come in fists,
    but fully open hands. – that’s an aphorism right there!

  3. seingraham says:

    How beautifully rendered this is De…”but fully opened hands” …yes, exactly

  4. Love the steal/steel and the meaning therein…powerful as is your closing…beautiful image of those open palms. ♥

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