the grace showered on me
by Gabriel RosenstockOriginal 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
-- from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock |
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