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.
wow powerful piece...she has a beautiful strength under the weight of all that...and to be as transparent as well is a great quality...
ReplyDeleteSuffering transmuted into grace -- that's the quality I see here -- and the result is a gift for us all. Thank you. - Brendan
ReplyDeletenaked and defenseless but an unbelievable strength...think you got to the core of grace here.. very intense and powerful words andrea
ReplyDeletea powerful tug on my emotions - very well done.
ReplyDeleteThis conjured up many images for me. Somehow I thought of someone battling depression, feeling so alone, yet walking through the darkness. Striking poem. Victoria
ReplyDeletewhat a dramatic word flow.
ReplyDeletesmiles.