grace

Foggy Friday morning in January

fog filled
the cove hovers in space and time
a doorway from dreaming to waking
mists rise from the still waters
all is calm
all is bright
the silence of the morning
as the world holds its breath
in this quietness
the gentleness of fog and mist
I hold grace in my hands
small and still

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