Up from my knees
he has lifted me,
and as we walk ,
my shaking steps
in step with his
firm and strong,
he gives another command,
free from the grave clothes
I am exposed, so
a cloak is brought
draped around
my shoulders,
and wrapped around me
covering my shame,
this cloak is woven
blue and gold,
red, yellow,
green, and purple
it radiates a glory
that somehow heals
my heart
for it tells a different story,
a tale of acceptance and love,
my life is filled anew
and I know that
nothing is impossible
if I remain with him
in the unforced
rhythms
of grace...
