Mar 25 2007
Terrain of Silence
It is amazing to me how after a loss the path of recovery leads through a terrain
of silence where you might experience a connection to your interior that was missed
under other circumstances. At the prompting of an upcoming meeting with friends to
discuss grace, I wrote the following poem — the fruit of that terrain of silence.
“Grace Amazing”
Grace is the wind suddenly stirring throughout my heart,
A brilliant dawn climbing over what seemed a bleak landscape
To steal my astonishment and wonder in prayer,
A star necklace that falls in surprise place around my neck.
Grace is a strength unbidden that overwhelms my hesitation,
A stillness that calms the clatter of my mind,
A pause unplanned that brings teaching to my soul,
Compassion hidden up until then within my daily tasks.
Grace is the great joy that shreds pain and suffering,
Companionship of like travelers who in union seek you,
Direction to negotiate the sometimes arduous ascent,
Nourishment to sustain my resolve in parched terrain.
Grace is the water swirl that envelops me in your waves,
Deep laughter that resounds above global turmoil,
Tenderness that touches me amidst dark violence,
Faith that greets your presence daily in my life.
