Grace Came

Before I had gone a long way from home,

I knew it well, I have known my mother's

Bare feet on the landing and my father's hug.

I left warm shores to sail in strange crews,

Ignited and bewitched by strong, cruel captains,

I have promised my heart and broken my vows

A thousand times as I crossed the shadows of my soul.

I have searched for my life,

Built my home on sand, prayed

With others who promised

The secret of happiness, promised

The foundations would hold.

I have, from my shaky fortress,

Dismissed ancient teachings,

Looked in pity at their innocence

And fixed my eyes on the signs and totems

Of the hour, on the jewels and accolades

To magic this New World power.

In misery, I have climbed mountains,

I have called hopelessly to spirits

To fortify my step, rekindle my mind,

I have been doubtful and distrusting,

I have been led by pride to a windy outcrop

Where, alone, I have watched life end with dry eyes,

I have been lost on the soil of my ancestors.

I have been blind and prayed for Grace.

I have walked until there was nothing left,

And I have lay down to die.

Then Grace came.

Light poured from the seed of my being,

Struck the faint beat of my heart,

And began weaving love through blood again.

A great Power picked me up

From the farthest point I have ever known,

And dropped me in my mother's lap.

And there, in sweet surrender

Humility flowed, I came again to life,

I came home, to fireside eyes that shine,

To listen to your journeys when you come,

As now here, I have sung of mine.