Siobhan Westrop

Grace Remains

I am human:

an edge of small jealousies

and a grasping

fist, creeping ever closer.

The dark gets heavier too, I cover my sin

and hide my doubts.

I have a fear of drowning.

Who can pluck the constant frailty from my mortal frame?

I burn and burn and burn with what I cannot master.

Only One can take this burden or bear

to hold it.

Only One was born to know. He knows with an unknown

Tenderness.

I take His yoke and offered  solace.

I eat His bread without scarceness.

There is nothing He won’t give.

I grasp His arm and feel no shadow.

The Light comes softly, dawn rising—

Siobhan Westrop lives, writes, explores, prays and finds grace in the Canadian Rockies. She has published work in Tiny Seed Literary Journal and Cerasus Magazine. She has two chapbooks, NATURALLY and UNOBSERVABLE.