grace

for it is only
when I am brought
to my knees,
and sink into
the mire of despair,
when I die
to everything
I think is me,
to everything
I know I can do,
when I become
the skin and blood
of these waters
that I don't ride,
but live and breathe,
when I step into this dance
where I don't need to know
who leads,
it is in that one moment,
where darkness and light mate
unto their death,
in that sacred communion,
that I feel the hand of Grace
hold me, lift me, stroke me,
with her ever-gentle power,
and I move and sing
like that dying swan,
who has only now
learned how to truly live.