Dear Grace, Without your touch I'm hopeless And full of vain regrets In your absence all my stumbling Deserves whate'er it gets. But you wrap me in a blanket Of mercy and of light To let go of all my failings, To accept the day and
Dear Mystery, You hide behind the product Of a deep, deep kind of grace And love and life are artists Who compliment your face. I love your little raindrops And the heartache in the stars. I love the breathless wonder In the places where you are. You tangle me in
Dear Life, You lose me in the moment And the anger of my start. I dwell within your reaches Yet you stand far from my heart. I find you yet a mystery And wish you'd let me rest. But you've breathed in me a passion And
Dear Love, I sought you more than most And you became my end. Perhaps you are obscure, Perhaps you twist and bend Much more than I would like, Much more than life requires. Come back and sweetly stir The candles into fires. My first I have forgotten My last is
Tangible silence-- The first I've had in months Can I just stay here? Drinking in the beauty Of quiet like a forest After gentle rains. postscript Day twelve. Sedoka.