grace
tiptoeing through the snow
peering through the back window
breathing on the glass
you trace a heart in the fog
drawing us into your signature
grace
you leave your secret notes for us to find
so when the night falls,
and we look into darkness,
pressing our faces to the cold glass with a prayer
and a sigh,
….. our breath reveals your invisible ink
….. and we see our initials enclosed with yours
suddenly you are falling all around us
filling up the night
filling up our hearts
with a quiet flurry
grace
~lg
