Compassion, Friends, Gratitude, Love, People, Poetry, Relationships, Romantic Love, TJ

Grace in the Night


In the night
After I came alone to Colorado,
I climbed to a high place in the wind
Where I was surprised
By the size of the moon.

Not sure why,
I stretched my arm out to her,
Who then seemed a foot beyond my hand,
And beyond any grasp of mine.

But her light,
Fell on my fingers like a grace given to me,
Who could neither earn nor deserve her grace.

I sometimes feel, love, you are like the moon
I have reached for when alone in the night
And have found her beyond what
I can deserve or earn,
And beyond any grasp of mine,

For your compassionate love has taken my hand
And, by some miraculous grace of your heart,

I no longer stand in the dark, alone in the wind.

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