Wings of Grace

Mar 2

when I am quiet enough
I can hear the wings of grace…

dressed
in soft hues,
and silken textures,

appearing when
I least expect her…

tenderly whispering
in my ear,

placing her hand
upon my heart;

birthing me anew
from her gentle vastness…

her loving mirror...

calling me closer,
into life’s invitation…

brushing the edges,
and returning to the center,

how easily we find our way
to the altar

again
and again
and again...

The Tender Void