Through the trials of time
Through the efforts of grace and love
I love more what will change
The injustices which endured
Through the long history
Of intransigent ignorance
And self-interest
But have no place
In a conscious society
I love more what will change
The injustices which endured
Through the long history
Of intransigent ignorance
And self-interest
But have no place
In a conscious society
There’s often a line
A flow
A grace unintended
Unnoticed
Unseen before the backward glance
Now I walk with a gentle deference
Listen, when I might have spoken
Forgive, when I might have challenged
Let go, when I might have held on
In the way we move
On the dance floor
In the way we act
In times of tragedy
In the things we build
As monuments to significance
I try to remind myself of this
In the low moments
When I feel anything but grace
Anything but graceful
Who I am
What I was always
Meant to be
Grandiose nature
Makes me feel
Very, very
Small
I notice a speck
On the river
A boat
The immensity
Strikes me
Humbling
As if touched by divinity
Still, I can’t walk by
I can’t walk away