grace

baby steps

the feeling never leaves
it is a longing
a looming

one i do not wish to shed

a blanket of gentleness
a softness
that envelops me

this yearning for grace
and lightheartedness

i hold in the stillness of the moment
and ease into the answer

one (baby) foot
in front of the other

i am taking the steps

i put the pen, pencil
to paper
in prose
and story

in sketch
or brush of colored water

a photograph
of a moment in time

each capture
in any of its forms

holds a perception,
a feeling
of what holds true
in beauty
and wholeness

for me...

this emergence,
a slow unraveling

from the in between
of the darkness
and the light

an honest
and splendid manifestation
of life imitating art