A web of grace
That lets us climb:
He is Yours and
You are mine.
His the power that makes us whole,
His transfusion, Soul to soul.
A web of grace
That lets us climb:
He is Yours and
You are mine.
His the power that makes us whole,
His transfusion, Soul to soul.
I drive with one hand
And not because I want to.
I am twisted, shoulder aching,
Holding my baby’s still-pudgy fingers
And singing soothingly.
The world offends him-
Smiles from strangers and
Any restraint.
Shrieks shake my teeth
And kicks rock my seat,
Rapidfire, staccato-
The drum that calls to
Superhuman calm.
I, too, balk at restraint,
And soothing your storms:
Physician’s balm.
Everlasting One-and-Three,
The He in I and We in Me;
Creation in its first light turns,
Quakes before Love that burns.
Now drawn to that forgotten place:
I’ll risk the fire to touch Your face.