Descent of grace
A disc of healing light above our head,
descends into form, guided by God’s grace,
moving steadily, by His power led,
transforming without leaving any trace,
a mild after-burn, proof of love’s embrace.
Something’s happened yet what’s there to report,
for we’re yet to comprehend it’s import.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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