I chased after saving grace panting
like I do for the salty ocean air.
Once I knew it was there waiting
to be swallowed, my lungs could hardly hold,
so starved they were.
You know what it’s like –
all the things of the world offered to you
when your body was weak
and your mind overtaken.
And then you’re gasping
and something near your heartbeat breaks apart.
You can’t touch it down deep,
but there it is shattered.
You hold these pieces
not remembering who or what broke you
because it happened while
you smiled and closed your eyes.
But then one day a light shines in
and your splintered soul rises, met by a
a wave that heals.
Oh! There’s more grace after saving grace comes
and it’s sent to us until we’re made whole.