Grace

She stood by the window,

her body quivering like a reed in a storm.

A stirring rose deep within —

a truth laid bare, swift and sharp as lightning.

Her façade fell away, her form crumbled.

Nothing remained; none came to console her.

She gazed at the sky — vast, boundless —

as tears streamed down in a torrential storm.

A flurry of feathers, a whispering strain —

a throng of pigeons arrived,

an answer to her heart’s silent cry.

And in their midst, her white dove appeared,

so sweet, so sure.

Gaily they perched on the wire

stretched wide beneath her open window.

Her white dove, a messenger divine,

so ethereal and still,

had come to strengthen and soothe her.

Her heart melted into an untold peace.

Her body opened — like petals releasing —

and her spirit soared sky-high.

She knew then:

it was Grace that had touched her,

and unfolded her.