Grace by Amy Valdez

grace

I would speak
to your face
directly
no more cloaks
no more riddles
no more hiding
ridicule imagined
stilling the truth
is dark victory
from rooftops
then if only
to defy my own
fears and unleash
what I have myself
leashed
grace abounds
in silence
waiting master
red cliffs of
rock and bush
rising and falling
like breath of
earth
surround in
majestic stillness
to say
I Am

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