It struck me in the simplest ways
and loving away
I found Grace
It struck me in the most ecstatic ways
as if I were high on some chemical comfort,
but stone cold sober
and crying with joy for the day
I sought as hard as I could, I tried and tried hoping what came to be
I lended a phone, an ear, a hand.
Maybe someday I’ll need to feel it too,
there will beams to hold up my back
as I crumble into blue.
I found it
Coursing all around us [the oblivious], yet only some injected it into their veins.
I rose to the call and let it drift, drift, drift me away.
Please, oh please, I begged the Simplicity,
just touch my face.
just swear You know my name.