Let there be grace in my heart
For you in your grief that looks different Than my own, honest and abundant grace, Because there is no gauge for this: We don’t know what we don’t know, Perhaps your heart is content, assured, Perhaps your heart is utterly afraid, Perhaps your heart is a loop of confusion, Perhaps it changes day to day, I don’t know, I can’t see you fully, I don’t know the weight Of what you brought into this, I don’t know how you feel pressed To carry the world, or your world, On your chest, I don’t know. But I believe there is grace here, To better be with one another in grief, In joy, in suffering, grace to grow, Grace to remember this time, The hard lessons, the soft hopes, Grace to find some balance In stillness and movement, So we may continue In what we’ve been called to, Which is to love. Comments are closed.
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