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Secret of Grace
She stood surprised and shaken
as grace descending
almost swept her off her feet
in its sweet, sudden, swirling embrace.
Her sharp features softened
as it caressed her gently
and smoothened every wrinkle away.
A smile bloomed on her face.
Like rain lashing a dry and thirsty
continent, turning brown to green,
it quickened the empty valleys of her mind
with sunny ideas, luxuriant, teeming, enormous.
Her being swelled out, filled with light
like a hard, bony body suddenly turns
woman; the very perspiration on her brow
and upper lip, was like the nectar of gods.
Her eyes shone with a strange resolve,
she heard voices and sounds from afar,
like the faint but enchanting music
of the spheres; almost, she became wise.
Then, unexpectedly, it stirred again,
commencing its swift, relentless recoil,
leaving her stranded, almost helpless,
her being's puzzle still unresolved.
She stood surprised and shaken
as grace retreating
almost knocked her off her feet
it its rough, rude, unceremonious ascent.
