With Grace

The promise of morning

The morning whispers
Upon my face like
Soft lips
Brushing across skin,
With a gentle kiss.

Bare branches silhouetted
Against the pale grey sky
Reach towards eternity,
And heaven fades
Just out of sight.

With a
Promise.
To reappear
At the most perfect moment
When time and space intersect

Like angels' voices touching
As they sing sweet praises
And we pass from one world
Into the next.
With grace