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.
And his voice, high, tender, slightly trailing behind.
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.)