Grace is the name of the love
that speaks so silently into the
repressive nature of man.
Grace is the name of the love
that kisses the fire purged land
the sullied soil crying a desolate demand.
Grace is the name of the love
that went running with the shucking
of remorse, no shackle and no course.
Grace is the name of the love
that when breathing the last breath
is muttered relentlessly, unending
until the tender kiss of death.

- a.a.j // August 2021