Poem: The Grace Of True Love

Photo Credit: Ethan Robertson

Dear Grace,

The way you look at me

The length you will go to show me

That I am yours completely

At your presence, the sun rises,

Brighten my life

The rain stop at your command:

And the wind keeps calm at your sight

Let’s me know you are near, not far

You bring me home to the sacred place

—that’s my heart, oh, joyously

I imagine seeing your face beautifully,

Like the stars that glitters, you paint

The sky magnificently

With kindness, with great humility

That is so humbling to me

Reassuring me, that your presence

Is always with me, beautifully.

Empress Journee