A Book of Poems

Grace

Should you want to know,
I will whisper to you.
If you'd like to see,
Let me light the way.
Should you fall,
You are home.
To keep alive,
I will flow in your veins.
To keep warm,
I will burn at the belly.

Wind,
Sun,
Earth,
Water,
Breathe of life.

Like every creature,
We draw breathe.
Like every tree,
Our lives are at an end.
I am endless possibilities,
Limitless limitations.
I am the way.

Nature is the perfect balance of things.
That the toe disrupts the hip,
So the hip disrupts the shoulder,
So the left disrupts the right.
Nothing can stand alone.

Grace is sufficient,
It is more than enough,
For everyone has been blessed,
Everyone has been given.
I will walk the way.

So let the rain fall.
Let the wind blow
And the trees sway.
Let the roads flood
And the creatures run.
Let the birds sing,
I will stand tall.

The path is narrow,
The time is short.
Look at the path,
Remember the destination.
Everything is hidden.

The world is given,
To only those who take it.
For the light is strong,
So the bearer must be willing,
To stand it's strength.
The bearer must be strong.
Everything arranges itself,
As it should be.

So, Let the light shine upon those who see it,
Let the earth be home to those with none,
Let the wind cleanse what needs cleansing,
Let the water be a reflection of what to be,
For to receive you must have nothing,
And to give, you must always give.
Just has nature has always given,
Time and time again.