In the end, Grace is all that decorates me

White deer lying on grass next to dirt path in countryside at sunrise
Grace is that Race
where the Swiftest
slow down

..the Swiftest to know
we are weak when
Strong.

Swiftest to see
Strength in the tiring moment
Oh Grace,

the Race: swift to not just run
but wait, halt, rest
Just be


In the end, Grace is all
that decorates
sustains me.



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