When the end was imminent and certain.
When the world was broken and pockets empty.
When all was spent on an empty self and gone.
When light was extinguished and shame wrapped.

Then a shimmer and entrance of grace.
Then the feeble arm can feel – grip again.
Then eyelids open to day, jumping up.
Then warmth slams down and slaps the cold.

When my words fail and breath is gone.
When my heart gives and fear parades.
When laughter is buried and storms linger.
When betrayed by self and humiliated.

Then heads are lifted with strength and joy.
Then an answer presents itself with means.
Then the rhythm and beats prevail.
Then new footing is found on grace’s stair.

When I face another enemy.
Then I know.