And Grace Will Lead Me Home
by Rebecca Weber
The open field before my feet
Unrolls a space that grows inside
Through a summer of silence and song.
Grief has grown grass and my good Father
Unfurls abundance in the presence of my enemies.
Late summer sun soaks my back and I know
Only grace could have brought me this far
And soaked my mind in unreasonable peace
Even now declaring hope beyond any seeing.
Once in a blue moon, like last night,
The clouds slip away from cloaking pain and
covering summer’s blue moon
to reveal a glimpse of shalom.
Come now, day has returned and the field is calling.
We may not find the answer but we will find grace,
So come now, let us run, our backs warm and our feet
Running across near green into distant blue.
Rebecca is happiest in the company of housework, words, and people of all sorts, and joyfullest in the presence of Jesus. She lives in the beautiful multicultural city of Kitchener and blogs at journeyintohislight.wordpress.com.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy