Gathering Grace

When the tender reappears
after years of scorching pain
a peaceful calm fills the air

I surrendered to the fire
Once…just once
now the scars are being kissed by fate
A fate full of sweet offerings

Standing here now in the delicate
there is only grace flowing through
these veins
 …love born from the divine

You don’t need to love me in
my simplicity
Because I do.