How to be,

With such certainty

The ground was straight and strong,

But I never saw the cracks

That would swallow,

My very soul

The making in the moments,

The leveling

The down on my knees,

Begging for relief

Yet somewhere inside,

In the bending to circumstances

The accommodations, the compromises,

The grace to forgive

I found in the magnitude,

Of every wave that hit

Mercy for my soul,

And I am alive to know

The consolations of love,

The truth of survival

In a world of uncertainty,

And I am free

©Mary Cecil