Here is grace:
Calm in the earthquake.
Sway when the earth shudders.
Release your pain,
Let it seep from your pores
Pour from your fingertips,
And stand in the rain,
And wash your pain
Into the shuddering earth.

Here is grace:
Cool in the flames
Of your own design.
You are all you choose to be.
You are all you desire.
Kindle your pain fire
With dry-plucked reeds
And warm the seeds
You planted in the shuddering earth.

Here is grace:
Breath in the stifle.
The gentle release of lungs filled
With pain charged with hope.
Rustle the stems
Motion releases transformation:
Pain seed flower air
A gift of grace and care
From and to the shuddering earth.

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