Echoes of Grace

  Dedicated to Evalynn, my dear friend. May God bless your journey. In the stillness of a quiet heart, A gentle spark begins to grow, A light that’s new, yet ancient, too, Like dawn breaking through shadowed snow. You’ve known the change of body, soul, The shift from dark to colors true, But now a deeper call resounds— A whisper from the One who knew Your name before the stars were born, Your path before your steps began. Now faith, like wings, unfolds within, Transforming you as only Love can. A journey bright with sacred grace, A tender hand that lifts you high. Your spirit blooms in radiant hues— A garden kissed by heaven’s sky. For you are seen, beloved, whole, As God’s own child, embraced, restored. This walk of faith, a dance of joy, Where hope and peace are now your chord. So rise and live this gift anew, For you, a song reborn in light. In every breath, in every step, You carry love’s eternal might.

  God, in wisdom, gave us wheat, not bread, Fruit in seed, not wine in cup, A gift of raw becoming, A chance for hands to shape and souls to rise. So too, in the forge of flesh and bone, My spirit found its art, Sculpted not by ease, But by the flame of truth and fire of scars. Had I been born in perfect form, Unscarred by questions, doubts, and fears, Would I have known this strength within, This tender joy in being whole? No, I am a work unfinished, Carved by trials, smoothed by tears, In every hardship, beauty blooms— In every wound, a life is claimed. You ask if I would trade it all, The twists and turns, the ache, the strain— But in this pain, I learned to live, To break the shell, to birth the name. For living is not merely breath, But dancing on the edge of truth, To stand in light, both fierce and kind, A flame reborn from deepest roots. I do not love the price I paid— The hurt, the loss, the bitter sting— Yet neither do...