Her Grace

[Shana Mac]

An iridescent beacon of beauty

A creature part angel part fairy

Floating through life on invisible wings

Spreading joy like it’s her noble duty

She feels so deeply it’s almost scary

At her embrace the darkest heart sings

Full of empathy she loves only truly

You ask if she moves me I say very

I give her my heart my soul my everything

At her gaze my pulse grows unruly

Arrogance malcontent she has nary

Love and hope her protective rings

I crave her laugh

I worship her smile

Her radiance consumes

I stand unworthy

A lesser being

I shed my ego

And pray to all deities I never fall from her grace

 

[Trisha Lilly Hibbert]

It’s beautiful poem honey.

[Clara Cross]

This is taken totally out of context. I stole it from the forum topic, Suppression Strategies. I am not religious at all and don’t want to take away from the reverence of that forum thread. But I love this line, taken from that thread so thought I could share it here.

“Grace is giving me something wonderful that I don’t deserve. How beautiful is that?”

Again, totally out of context but makes me think of her.

Clara

[Shana Mac]

That’s not out of context at all. That is exactly what she is something wonderful I don’t deserve. Thank you for that!

[Anonymous]

This is Grace Scarlett personified. Everything in this poem is Grace.

Love, Hugs and Kisses

Kathleen

[Author]

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