I Feel Grace Emerging Through the Silence {Poem}

I feel grace emerging through the silence,

no man, few friends in a new city, a lull in everything that keeps me busy -

just the sounds of a cricket that’s had the audacity to creep into my stairwell

and remind me of the nothingness

I’ve had to make peace with lately,

staring into the maw of my own mind

that makes my existence meaningless

if there’s not something constantly filling the cannoli.

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In the moments I’m tempted to let out a primal scream,

I breathe and remind myself that

this in-between is a gift,

allowing my spirit and the Universe to meet

like lovers at a late night cafe,

sharing a Japanese cheesecake and talking about life

and what I actually f*cking want out of it -

a rare and precious time to listen and be listened to,

to whisper our prayers for each other

and let grace emerge beyond human ideas of control.

.

So I let the quiet envelop me with its soft chiffon caress,

and give me permission to pause

without guilt or worry or haste,

to relax into delicious trust that

all will be well,

and that this moment is perfect.

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Love and light,

Anthea