Semblance Restored

 

The breeze takes pause

and the leaves lay in their ordained queue.

No rustle, no bowing, no creaking.

Just still with the crystal sea above them.

Stars spaced out in deep ocean blue.

The moon cracks a smile of iridescence

and I smile at the wonder of it all.

I stand for a moment in an ordained spot

and look to the heavens

and breathe.

In this space in time

I receive the grace of gratitude.

Stars of mercy and forgiveness

scatter across within my mind

and falling, disappear into the

semblance of my heart.