BY GLORIA O’KOYE
A miracle to forgive the damned.
To be set free from past mistakes.
To experience what it means to have
A second chance.
Even after all the pain.
A remedy to relieve any tension.
Tension from being misunderstood.
To walk away from the sting,
The marks left on both cheeks,
Instead of taking out the eye
To replace what was lost.
An act that may be ridiculed.
Depending how severe the situation is.
But a graceful statement may come in
Hidden blessings.
Returning the favour
When those moments really need it.
Grace is not weakness
But representing true inner strength
And peace.
It’s a gift that many will struggle,
But it would be the key to keep.
A lesson on spiritual maturity.
Though many days and nights
It shall be questioned.
Everything will make sense
As the grace matures as it gets older.
Only old souls will understand
That the youth would ponder.
Grace is like a beautiful dress to dance
In a glorious ball.
Right in the center for all the watch in
Envy and awe.
Grace is happily ever after.
Like the essence of hope escaping
From Pandora’s box.
Grace is like the heaven’s kiss,
To soothe the wounds inflicted
By the Earth’s burning core.
Grace is what is needed
In this world
That needs reminders of
What is faith and love.
