With Grace

I am

that soft ushering shore


every curve of your melting body

into the light.

I am

the mouth of an infinite orchestra

that sings

you awake at dawn.

I am

the rising river

that meets you where you cannot pass.

I am

waiting in patience

waiting in insatiable hunger

waiting in unquenchable thirst

for my bones to dry.

I am

all the pieces

the broken and burdened


that haunting smile

that promises the deserved

their place at the infinate table

of grace.

Jen Holden