Grace

Wasted hours mincing words like a svelte Gemini linguist

intravenously pumped full of Venti lattes

Drowning in self-pity about hopeless sensitivity

Always morning the feeling of being misunderstood

Living in a world of metal games that shape shift into a maze with no exit

Today, redeemed by Your grace

I embrace love that extends beyond personal desire and suffering

I see beyond the words and actions that mask our unconscious internal worlds

And surrender to Your peace and this perfect world

I blindly pursued as an abandoned child crying for her father's return