We stand in the dark.
His head on my shoulder, chest to chest we sway without sound.
Steps away, floating up, in. We hear it:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound…
His voice, deep, steady, slightly wandering off key.
Honest.
And his voice, high, tender, slightly trailing behind.
Earnest.
This duet I’ve never heard before.
(Can I sear it into my memory forever?)
I listen, I hear. I breathe, I receive.
And it is amazing – this Grace – that finds us and keeps us and covers us.
He and I dance to the truth sung by husband, father… son, brother.
Little room, wide open spaces.
Simple prayers whispered in the holiest of moments –
Hold us, Lord. Help us.
Find us here.
(And move us.)
Catching up and to say the least – I am blown away. The work you guys are doing. The overwhelming need for the help you are offering. Then these beautiful words.
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thank you for reading nessa, and taking these things in to your heart. x
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