Tuesday, June 7, 2016

June 7, 2016 Poets United/ Grace -- dVerse -- the music in you

Grace

and what is it after all        what did i mean           when i asked for grace

was it grace in my presence     my movement        my being...

my acceptance of what is      or... what will be       am i talking about fate

or prayer...          and who will hear this prayer      who will listen

who shall answer         is there a god after all        ... perhaps it the universe

the universe that i see    the universe that sees me          when all hope is lost

and there are no easy answers    grace may be all that is left     to see us through

our spine to remain rigid     will not crumple in the hall     lost in our own sorrow

grace will point the way     stay together in our being         will not fall apart

look ok on the outside      movements refined       though we scream on the inside

still... we ask for grace     and like death                 our skirts gently brush the floor

heels clicking in the hall         they will look at each other        with knowing eyes

nod their heads and agree       it is grace after all                     when all else is lost

there it will be crushed into a crumpled ball               discarded upon the floor

waiting for you to reach for it    slip it over your head      smooth it upon your being

you are transformed           your prayers answered                    it is grace after all

June 7, 2016

Note:  I think it is one of the things my Mother gave to me.  No matter what, we agree the situation is bad, but grace will see us through.

Note:  I'm not sure it could be a song?  But I have been wanted to write about, "Grace."



11 comments:

  1. I think the repetition of grace... the words the hope... maybe desperate is there a choice or not?

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  2. Grace is what sees us through. "You are transformed". That is beautiful, Annell. There is much to be said for looking okay on the outside and not crumpling into a heap on the floor, though I am sure there are times when that is tempting.

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  3. Yes, beautiful. The repetition of 'grace', and 'after all' - it's hypnotic!

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  4. I think navigating one of your creations is a sort of dance..

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  5. "It is grace after all when all else is lost." We speak so much about love, peace, hope, strength, faith...but what about grace? This is beautifully rendered.

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  6. Grace and hope will certainly carry us through ~ Such lovely inspiring words to read today Annell ~ Thanks for sharing ~

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  7. Agree how grace carries this. Well done, Annell!

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  8. We all need grace - this is written in a soft spoken word set to music..

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  9. Definitely can be a song. We have a family table grace we sing -- it is a joyful one in which we all hold hands. No matter what the day brought -- no matter if we're sad or angry, the table grace when sung, hands held and the words begin with "The circle of love goes around and round..." grace comes.
    I especially love these lines in your song:

    "there it will be crushed into a crumpled ball discarded upon the floor
    waiting for you to reach for it slip it over your head
    smooth it upon your being
    you are transformed your prayers answered it is grace after all

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  10. Grace of LiFe
    a gift for sure..
    desolate lone
    stars with
    dead
    planets
    far.. Rocks
    without leaves
    homes without
    trees.. green iS
    enough Grace
    for me..
    mY
    FriEnd..:)

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