A Sunday-poem by Jessica Powers:
All the day long I spent the hours with suffering.
I woke to find her sitting by my bed.
She stalked my footsteps while time slowed to timeless,
tortured my sight, came close in what was said.
She asked no more than that, beneath unwelcome,
I might be mindful of her grant of grace.
I still can smile, amused, when I remember
how I surprised her when I kissed her face.
3 thoughts on “A grant of grace”
Thanks! Did Simon of Cyrene know who he carried? I think not! I am blessed.
That is a very profound insight, Kathleen. Thank you for sharing it.
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