May 20, 2018

Gravity and Grace

Posted in Grace, Grief, Hope, Spiritual Warfare at 12:23 am by Teresa Roberts Johnson

Gravity is so ponderous some days
It rips the flesh down to the very bone.
Even the air is heavy with a scorching haze.
Till joy—and sometimes life itself— is overthrown.
The birds and butterflies have wings of lead,
And flowers wilt beneath the crushing weight
Of being in the presence of the dead
And sparring too long with the bitter hate.
But most days hope prevails despite the pain,
And shafts of light pierce through the murky gloom.
Sweet fragrant flowers thrive in gentle rain,
And with them happiness begins to bloom.
Grace resurrects the soul, releasing it to soar,
Undoing gravity and death forevermore.

Copyright © 2018 by Teresa Roberts Johnson (All rights reserved)

2 Comments »

  1. Fr. Stephen said,

    Absolutely beautiful….love the sentiments and the poem’s construction…

    Like


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