FROM GRACE

My grace,

I lost you

Fallen from me

Through the winter

Of my discontent.

Cascading to the ground,

Amber autumn leaves,

Crunched beneath the feet

Of my tired soul.

My grace

You called for me

Through howling winds

And screaming gales

My name you called

‘I’m here’, you called,

But the screeching of this

Empty season deafened me.

My grace

I lost you

You tried to hold me

So gently,

Entangled in your silvery grip.

But I slipped,

And I fell…

From grace…

I fell

From grace

I

Fell from grace.