wind to grace

An inch too short
a pound too heavy
is surely wind and breath
yet futile thought
returns to me
as soon as guard relents
vain and useless
dulls my morning new
and barmy doubt
dilutes the truth
I too have come from You
my child chops
her long hair gone
without a woe or care
the practical
of play and knots
enough to sway her there
she beams
at her reflection
with favor on her face
so sure as sure
and just like that
I’m beckoned back to grace.


Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things; and give me life in your ways. Psalm 119:37



I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14

image: Ashes In The Wind by Donna Blackhall

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