Grace by Caroline Tiss

Grace

I remember grace,

Like the wind at my back, nightly,

She is the serendipity,

She is the cure,

I allow the silence to wash over me without resistance,

Never have I touched the first snow's powder,

But like Grace the winter returns,

The snow is as white as a pale lily,

It makes me want to gaze in awe at the night,

The serenity is that of a cathedral,

Snowflakes fall upon my eyelids and frost the world with a silver sheen.

Grace is like the snow.

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