We are kept in a Grace too grand for a poem.
We are held in a Love too lofty for a song.
In a Secret, Inner Space, the sweetest lines are written.
In the Deep Sea of Silence, All Creation sings along.
~Cheryl Anne
A Grace Too Grand
poems~prayers~ponderings
Brigid's Hearth 
My prayer is that we will find that silence in the midst of travel, checking on Dad, and other things…
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