Even in sorrow

Grace dwells beneath the surface of everything
even in sorrow – especially there

this mystery cannot be unravelled
by reason in this world

I rise and feed the animals
before the first bird has stirred

we who dwell in shadows
rise up once more to plea

upon this new made morning
may grace rise up in me

and all humanity.

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