Winged Garden of Grace (r/p)
With black bodice features
She burrows through peat
Amidst humble creatures
Oft’ crushed beneath feet
She’ll become a winged garden
Eyes, blind to behold
Her future, yet hidden
Daydreams to unfold
Tears fall from Grace
Feast of leaves, her last bite
Spring winds wipe her face
While she spins her silk kite
She places her life
Into Destiny’s hands
Without fighting or strife
Trusts her creator’s plan
Grace falls to sleep
Charis’ chrysalis tomb
Slow to gold dust, she seeps;
Born of wings, waxed en womb
Sun wakes her, unshelled
Stunning brilliance of light
Grace falls, unveiled
To her garden in flight
Gold rays ’luminate
Woven colors, divine
Nectar dreams, she creates
Sugar sips from the vine
Grace falls on me
Flutters hope, soul aloft
When her beauty I see
Whilst her former self’s lost