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Secret hands,
Love spinning spirals of hot tenderness.
Blessing me, kissing my life with a grace that seeps and fills
every darkness within my enfleshed soul.
Swaying in this bath beyond sight
yet present in this here and now.
i am grace so i grace.
Giving through me, that which is.
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A beautifully expressed poem. Anything more would have been too much here. Delightfully simple and yet skillfully crafted. Especially vivid were "Love spinnind spirals of hot tenderness" and "Swaying in this bath beyond sight". There is a beautiful, uncluttered impact in the cadence and message of "I am grace so I grace" -- really sticks to the ribs, so to speak.
