Grace in Operation (The Frequency of Bliss that Lives in me)

When we fall flat, divine in thy own time. rise, again -

For time, when gone for so long, forgotten, broken. 

Decide when by desperation, that this time, this time, is the last.

For future and past are only divided by time, to converge here and now,

Here and now, where we begin again.

I don’t choose this design, this space in time.

It’s not by seeing but by feeling, feeling truly

that I rise.

Because I am no more rock than ocean wave.

Whether lapping or lying dormant and having been shaped by forces forged

in space and time.

I defend and define the space of my mind,

Whether lost and callous, blessed in solace, these words

framed, detained, and renamed Grace.

Because it is Grace where I begin again.

It is Grace where, my name spoken in a whisper, will echo desire,

will simmer steam and smoke in the fire

of Begin Again.

These words my center, begotten treasures of light,

For now spoken, take me home.

Because remember, I am no more rock than ocean wave.

And this day is no less promised than forgotten.

-BL