Grace
Grace walks softly -
Meeting you in a place only known by you and God.
Starlight falls over you in unmet measure.
How sad it would be to never believe the wind, by chance,
Was the answer to your prayer.
Or the ambiguity of noise,
An angel's chant.
You hold the miracle of ages deep in your heart, A certainty of salvation.
Teri Carlson
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