The heart softens, curls forward, bends into Opening,
falling with weight
eases into the earth, a birth.
We stumble, breathe, rejoice and weep.
Simple breath into a heartbeat beyond the holding
that longed for so much.
It is Stilled, empty; Filled.
Grace comes in the morning.
The Soul sheds all but Itself and falls into the Creator,
Divine Love of God.
In surrender, we see His decree.
We are there, we are free.