She has laid herself out on the table before me
and I silently take her in.
Stripped bare of any mask or cloak
she shows me into her soul.
There are things in there that are crying
there are things in there that scream.
Yet she carefully tends them and feeds their need
with a gentle, loving hand.
She is fighting battles with demons
with voices that are louder than hers.
Yet she quietly sings herself lullabies
with words of comfort and care.
The voices are bitter and angry
with hateful things to say.
They are trying to take her with them
as misery loves company.
She is brave and strong in the face of this
and I sit and watch her with awe.
Standing beautiful and tall with head held high
her light shining out through it all.
I can only think as I watch her
that this is the essence of grace.
She stands naked and defenseless
yet all I see is strength.