Some years back I heard a friend of mine say that she usually has a word or a phrase for the year. I liked that idea, but don’t often have a clear sense of a word for each of my years. However, on the eve of 2022 I had a strong feeling that my word for this year is Grace.
I am trying to have a pattern of taking a day once a fortnight out of the busyness of my hectic life to just breathe and think and write. I hope, over the year, to look at different aspects of the word Grace and all it means to me… there maybe multiple poems and reflections... or it might just be this one. After all, grace comes with no conditions attached!
This is written in memory of my friend, Jennifer Crossley (5/9/68-5/12/21)
In this darkness
There is space for grace.
In the conflict
There is room for kindness,
The elegant act
Of a hand outstretched
Poised in friendship.
In the heartbreak
And confusion,
Undeserved,
Unrestrained,
Grace extends
A welcome embrace.
And lights a candle.
