Abiding Grace

Grace, a dark horse.

A walk, purposeful, in the spilling rain.

A collection of wild ocean roses from a strangeland.

Eye candy for the laden soul.

Dignity singing nature’s song from the bottom of a deep well.

I cannot recall when I knew you…well.

The visions of ‘could be’ tarry with the stories I cannot tell.

Grace, a dark horse in which my song stands still.