I had a lot on my mind today

Built and bottled up from all the things I wouldn't say

Pouring out of my heart and hands

As each brush of the pen inks and lands

On this page stripped from

All of its rage

For what hasn't been.

A vulnerability in the grace

That all that's meant to happen will have its place.

There's always room for divine intervention

A wild expansion

Of what we are capable of ourselves,

As we surrender and our trust delves

Deeper into full trust

In something greater and more just.