The Grace

[Eva Libre]

The Grace

I had nothing left.
No questions.
No goals.
Only breath.

Then it came,
not as a gift,
but as remembrance.
As if I had
promised it to myself.

It moved through every cell,
quiet, soft, complete.
Not light from outside,
but what
I had become.

I was no longer on the path.
I was the return.
I was the source.
I was the grace.
B.B.

Thank you!
Love 

[janice wilson]

sweet