Grace
~Sarah Gambito
You will transcend your ancestor’s suffering
You will pick a blue ball. You will throw it to yourself.
You will be on the other side to receive.
Green leaves grow around your face.
Hair stands on your body.
You look at old photographs
that say:
The bread is warm!
A child is a blessing!
That’s what I said!
I meant it!
You could say this is a poem.
Like the great halves of the roof
that caved and carved together.
Found us before words
and tender-footing.
Before wrongdoing
and the octaves of blue
above us all.
Copyright © 2018 Sarah Gambito. Used with permission of the author.
I swear it is a complete coincidence that I chose this poem for today and also felt called to write about grace. Seriously, I chose this poem weeks ago. I just reopened it today to add a photo.
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