Poetry, Uncategorized

On Grace

by Rebecca on Joy & Sorrow

wheat

Her name was Grace–

tall and strong.

She blew a winnowing breath ‘cross me.

Chaff of anger, sadness, fear sailed ‘way in her breeze;

til all was left was my precious grain.

And I,

tall and strong as she.

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