If Grace was a colour,
she would be pink;
soft like a velvet rose.
Warmed by waves of light and
embraced by a shroud of indigo blue.
If Grace was a feeling,
he would be strength;
safe like an anchored rock.
Covered by fields of wild flowers and
protected by an army of resilient Oak.
If Grace was a gift,
the gift of a seed
to sew,
to water,
to grow,
with energy and flow.
If Grace were me,
I would be pink; soft like this velvet rose.
I would be warmed by these waves of light and
embraced by this shroud of indigo blue.
If Grace were me,
I would be strong; safe like this anchored rock.
I would be covered by fields of these wild flowers and
protected by this army of Oak.
If Grace was me
and that gift was a seed,
to nourish and flow
to energise and evolve;
to love beyond any threshold;
then, that seed, I will be.
Gracefully free.
Graceful Me.
Melissa Carter 6 Nov 2017 Sedgwick Park
Energist Poems 