Grace is the dancer
who makes it seem easy.
Lifting the part of us that wishes we could,
she releases us into flight.
Grace is the gaze
that takes in the sun.
Birthing its rays, she is
the fruit and the seed begun.
Grace is the kindest word
offered to those who least expect,
and perhaps least deserve.
Whispering with her loudest smile,
she is noticed by few.
In her absence, we search and search.
copyright Ellen Rowland 2019
