adventures I will make
make myself proud and great
great moments I shall face
face of mine shall be in grace

the thing about Grace,
is that She doesn't demand to be known.

There are no threats, no shame, no fear.
It's me, and Her.

and She normally comes by when I least want Her there.
when I'm sobbing, locking the door, and sprinting as fast as I can in the other direction.

She says nothing, asks nothing, demands nothing.

My heart, my wounds, my guilt, my shame, my fears, my anger, my doubts, my past.

She keeps pace with me. Stride for stride. She can keep up.

it's funny how She reminds me of hope, and of what was. And what will come again.

The News had then
Come by that day,
That there was cause
To sing

And sing, we did,
The Song of Life,
Like winter’s turn
To spring

The Song did never
Change a rhyme;
Its melody's still
The same…

And, daily, I will
Hear its tune,
Again, and
Then, proclaim

---

Because those things
Of cause to sing
Are News for
Every day

Like morning’s dawn,
When light returns,
And drives the
Clouds away

I sing Today
Of hope Tomorrow,
And joy for
Yesterday…

Though most of my
Old memories fade,
This Song is here
To stay

.

Her heart hungers for the essence of her being.
She continues to search for enlightenment
and peace.
Thousands of heartaches and trials,
she met along the path of finding herself.
She carves out time every single day to reflect.
Then she realized.
There’s no need to search outside herself
for answers.
She found the answers
where she found the questions.
She found the answers inside herself.
Meaning is what makes one’s misfortune worthwhile.
The storm came to teach her how to sail
and she continues to catch the wind.
Confronting the ocean’s of life moment after moment,
she found the strength to leave her past
to the shores
and just brought the lessons she has learned.
Then out she sails for her new horizons ahead.

.
Bird in flight is grace
Beams truth is higher than proofs
A part earth and sky
.