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Grace

by Barbara Hiebert

When all was taken
away, my silver dreams and deep blue hopes, when time came
to a grinding, swallowing stop,
and the air fell still and hot as a desert sun, I standing there, naked,
exposed to the unforgiving winds
and the furrowing brows of the saintly,
I, outside the fence,
naked, exposed,
moistened by tears of loss
and of gain,
there it was He whispered
my name
inside my purple soul.
I felt inside me the unfolding
of so many crumpled pages,
a gradual restoration,
pure as dewdrops
and the promise of day.