Grace
The echo of the night wind
Carries remnants of our hearts -
Within its drifting, forceful grasp
It lays siege to the very best parts
.
The echo of the rain
Carries remnants of our sadness
Tears cascading, flowing, falling
In the stillness of despairing madness
.
The echo of the silence
Carries remnants of our lives
Deeds all wrong, actions yet undone
Like flowers sprung amidst the strife
.
The echo of the darkness
Carries remnants of our souls
No light, no chance to make it right -
Like weeds scattered in the bitter cold
.
The echo of the stillness
Carries remnants of regret - like a wraith
It sends shivers down bones’ length
Threatening to encompass all faith
.
The echo of impending grace
Invades like a blast of strong wind
Composing a symphony of mercy
Crossing mountains of immortal sin