the grace showered on me (from Uttering Her Name)

by Gabriel Rosenstock


Original Language Irish & English

Dar Óma
unbelievable
the grace showered on me
in my darkest hour
I didn't know above from below

were grace to fall
it would beat on closed casements

in crazy crystals it came
Your disembodied love

I no longer whimper
for Your touch

a tree of love is growing
I sit in its shade

the night sings
ghazals to the absent moon

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