Only now my eyes can see the light, shining in the darkest days of existence.
In the dark I did not recognize the light,
It was flowing in the tears streaming down,
It was in the space where the knees touched the ground,
Even brighter in the space that cradled the forehead.
It shone bright in the kind words being spoken,
And the words that caused the heart to break.
It was in every fearful thought, action and deed,
Whispering it need not be this way.
Now that time has passed and healing begun,
I see that it was divine grace,
Lending strength to the bent knees and outstretched arms,
Helping the flow of tears, to cleanse the burden of everything that was not.
It was grace that understood the confusion and dilemma,
Weaving synchronicities to answer every question,
Teaching the way of life, of spirit,
The messages hidden in plain sight, for the seeker to find.
Numbers, birds, nature and words,
Everything unfolding just as Grace would,
To be in the light and become light,
One more awakening to the miracle of Divine Grace and Light.