Grace Divine

I used to have what I think one would define as confidence…

then it kind of just

flickered out -

like a light left on too long

 - not a glowing light, but the

embers of something that wasn’t quite able

to shine

and I think I can trace this

subtle ebbing -

The certain disintegration of a spirit…

but the ability to track

doesn’t account for any understanding.

Its like this wilted flower,

but know one knew of its bloom

only its demise

and it knew itself only as is…

and so

this was her mirror

but how could she revive

what was no longer

and was this sort of magic, this miracle

within her grasp

or did it just barely escape her?

So then all the judging

did they even know her –

or just the empty vessel

of this former self

and why did it matter -

perhaps it didn’t.

Still, if there was to be a rise -

 this shell of self must

reunite with something familiar.

And if only a stranger looked back at her

how could this manifestation

take place except in

some wild imagination of

what could be, but not what is…

Because when someone

confirms, what you think you

may think about yourself -

it locks into an unconscious

picture that

becomes a map

and though you may not

think you are following

its decided end -

you are in fact,

in route to this

abandoned place.

Still as before

this is no end -

it isn’t even a breath…

It just passed

so fleeting

that it could be

mistaken for nothing -

except for that

unmistakable

missing glint…

The eye

that just doesn’t meet

back up.

Because it is trying to

remember

that beautiful

person,

in that beautiful

moment,

when God was

exactly present

and she was

exactly present…

and

maybe you don’t

shine there

because you

aren’t a flashlight

After all…

you came

with the light

of the moon

and of course

that’s an entirely

different song…

so to the ones that

declare a eccentric

out of center

maybe our source is divine -

And the transformation

Looks different

Because only

Miracles live

Here.