day 21: left before me

Grace has abounded in word and deed more than I’ve ever seen before,
their quiet, open face reflecting back more light than they let in.
I wish I could do that without collapsing.

It dances behind my eyes to a different rhythm
than when I was a child--
back then, it moved noiseful and out of my sight.
I suppose the name only furrows my brow
the way worrying a piece of church in my hand does,
since that’s where the sound
of their name
followed me from.

I didn’t realize how faded
that scar of torn skin--forgot it was still there--
pricked by needlepoint in December.

They’re not sending you to fetch me back, you’re sending yourself;
if They needed me back, I’d see it.

Grace may not be as loud as opposites but they’re human, for sure.
That, I see.
Look for it in people, name it after their own,
not for Them. Give us credit.