Poetry

State of Grace

 

I opened my eyes, looked to the sky

There’s a free bird flying,

She’s soaring on the wind, asked her where she’s been

She won’t lie, she was born to fly

I got my feet on the ground,

I can hear the sound

Of this old world, going round and round

I’ve been on my knees,

Giving thanks to the Lord above,

Let your fire fall, Creator of all,

I’m living in a state of grace

Put my hand in the river, my toes in the sand

I can hear a song

The river she sings,

With the life she brings

I got my feet on the ground,

I can hear the sound

Of this old world, going round and round

I’ve been on my knees,

Giving thanks to the Lord above,

Let your fire fall, Creator of all,

I’m living in a state of grace

I can see the stars, held in the sky

From a million years ago,

Burning their light,

Shining down on me tonight

I got my feet on the ground,

I can hear the sound

Of this old world, going round and round

I’ve been on my knees,

Giving thanks to the Lord above,

Let your fire fall, Creator of all,

I’m living in a state of grace

Deana Lafleur 2017

 

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