The same I look's out your eye as mine...
the perspective is different,
that is all.
We are one...
so close
no words can say.

I look for something more
when He's knocking at my door.

Grace

Around me, in a smile, in a face
sometimes in an embrace.
Or a song, I sing, maybe a prayer
I breath

Not Grace but Grace

No one looks, nor includes me
I feel alone, then lonely.
I question wildly why?
I want to ask questions, reason
and finally understand but
I can't. It's cold,
I am alone.

I look for something more
when He's knocking at my door.

Grace

Calling to my heart
when faces leave me
and voices silence and the
boxes are empty, calling
to my heart to a place
far apart.

Home, calls me to His heart
His smile, His arms, His face,
His Home,

Grace.

Allison Ashton ©

The almost sibling

An almost brother,
Or maybe sister,
Perches at the edge
Staring down
Searching for me,
An unknown brother
Save for short peeks
Between clouds,
And wonders of the almost life,
The almost love,
They could have found
Amongst us.
But the love was taut
Barely enough
For us to be sustained.
I’ve heard mom speak to you,
While clutching herself,
Asking for forgiveness
For taking your almost body out
Before a body could be.
I hope you know,
Crouched there watching,
Though I never met you
Or knew your almost self
I still love you.

once again
dawn awoke
with a simple
grace
life's breath