nothing but grace
note from self

grace pours forth
limning the manifest world
it gleams in kind words
and is there behind rage
cloaked within grief and
concealed inside madness
it fringes the leaves and
spills out from wrensong
stands tall in sequoias
and runs free in rivers
it shines in dogs’ eyes
and underpins breath
nothing, nothing but grace

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.