Legacy of Grace
On occasion in the hours before dawn,
when the mind's womb delivers dreams;
noble desires can seep through the heart,
as unspoken prayers of a yearning soul.
Too pure for the clutches of demons,
they ascend to the starlit heavens above;
where they slip through the care of angels,
to the feet of the One who tempers both.
As leaves twirl down from trees in the fall,
so is the manner of grace in due time;
to brighten a dim light when darkness thickens,
and grant a reprieve from the rot of staleness.
Onto a black canvas my essence was gleaned,
strokes of wonders purposed the brush;
while fanciful admirations served as a palette,
to depict for me my churning heart.
A tender light spawned a beautiful ray all my own,
and summer pushed aside all seasons to bring me shade;
while the moon's lady visited me with songs that heal,
and a delicate fabric wove for me a devoted thread.
Sunlit dreams and shadow fantasies are mine again,
to fill my uncharted island with welcome guests;
as my thoughts dance with their own creations,
to the melody of thanks for the legacy of grace.