About Grace

(One Shot Wednesday)

I imagined it as

the gray silk of a woman

a woman with fine lines,

arthritic hands, palms open.

I imagined it as

a whisper from the divine

given over the passage of time,

a sacred record of what is.

But grace, what is grace,

but the ashes left on your skin

after the burning;

a dim relief in the darkest corners

of the human heart

where you have to push on

with all that’s severed inside you,

all that’s torn, all that’s been stripped.

It is not in your years but in your grit—

what you will sacrifice to earn wholeness.

Grace is clutching fingers, bleeding knees, broken beliefs,

a body climbing jagged glass to end the night.

Grace is the throttle of your will, and grace

is the breath you take after you have fallen.

21 thoughts on “About Grace

  1. this just takes my breath away:

    “what is grace,

    but the ashes left on your skin

    after the burning;”

    and this:

    “Grace is clutching fingers, bleeding knees, broken beliefs,

    a body climbing jagged glass to end the night.

    Grace is the throttle of your will, and grace

    is the breath you take after you have fallen.”

    wonderful.

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  2. your descriptive language is captivating jagged glass, dark corners, arthritic hands

    what a wonderful poem that you shared with One Shot

    Thanks MDW

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  3. Numerous intensely beautiful images here– you are one who never disappoints– thank you for your kind words. Keep on– you will go places, I’m convinced of it. xxxj love Grace is the throttle of your will

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  4. Beautiful poem. Builds to a graceful fevered pitch that ends like a sigh. “all that’s torn, all that’s been stripped. / It is not in your years but in your grit—” brilliant

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  5. Wow. She’s back and at full force! I could very well the grace portrayed in the first two senses — especially the second, “a whisper from the divine / given over the passage of time, /a sacred record of what is.” Perfect — and then you go into a territory of grace which is burned, not earned or yearned for, as “… grit / what you sacrifice to earn wholeness.” The womb inside the wound. Toughest territory of all, friend, and yet you’ve found grace there. Amen and yippee. – Brendan

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  6. “It is not in your years but in your grit” – that was awesome, I wish I had come up with that… Overall, I like the piece, I like the flow of it, quite smooth, leading you on, but I would probably be inclined to feel that some of the imagery is a bit heavy handed.

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  7. This is breath-taking, Amy, like that fall before grace. This poem is as delicate and complex as grace itself. So many wonderful images here, but this one is perhaps my favorite: “what is grace, but the ashes left on your skin after the burning.” Can’t say enough how wonderfully stunning this poem is!

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  8. Vivid and powerful imagery you lay before us here, Amy. Powerful descriptive quality that builds and builds on a base of great depth and splendid sentiments…fabulous work.

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  9. An excellent poem and well written. Very powerful and moving. My highest commendation.
    In my case, it has taken “years of grit” to earn wholeness.

    My Companion

    When we have stopped believing in ourselves,
    Grace is there to whisper Her sympathies.
    When we have reached a dead end with no exit,
    Grace opens doors and ushers us into new realities.
    When the hard knocks of life break us down,
    Grace delivers the therapist’s gentle presence.
    When the Mystery steals away our beloveds,
    Grace gives us the poet with healing words.
    When all else fails in a blind and consuming world,
    Grace shows us the beauty of flowers
    And the majesty of wild landscapes.
    When we finally remember who we are,
    We will recognize that we have never been alone.

    Here is my e-mail: coyotedolphin@earthlink.net If you would like my poem entitled, “Grace” I would be happy to share it with you. Just give me an e-mail to send it to you.

    OneLove–Tiger Windwalker

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  10. very nice, I read this because my name as well is Amy Jo and the wierd part is my last post was called letter to grace. So odd. beautiful write.

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  11. Your words just clutched at my soul, soul…
    Beautifully woven.. and wonderfully delivered!
    “Grace is the throttle of your will, and grace
    is the breath you take after you have fallen.” — really loved these lines the most… seemingly contradictory, they still are THE best way to describe grace…
    Lovely!!

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    1. oops.. a slight typo up there… the second “soul” was supposed to be “Amy”…
      This is what good poems do to me!! They make my typing frenzied 🙂

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  12. Yes I liked this very much. Your words layer much meaning in your usages and it stands as an echo of sorts to the Dylan Thomas Villanelle – Do Not Go Gentle. Exemplary. Gay

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  13. awesome…
    keep it up..

    Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

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