Source: dianawarnerstudio.com

You came to me

like the mother of a long-lost daughter

Your running towards me

ended with a hug

embracing wounds from the inside

with tears that healed with their flow.


Does it mean less because it happened in a dream –

accessible as a fruit plucked from a branch?

Does it mean less because it was given so freely?


I will be black soil

and soak up the rain

– the flower that spreads its fragrance

as it turns toward the sun

in gratitude

Grace Colella is an educator and part-time student in the MAMS program at Regis College.

  • Sharon Walters
    Posted at 08:38h, 04 December Reply

    Absolutely beautiful, Grace!

  • Peter Bisson, SJ
    Posted at 14:40h, 04 December Reply

    Thank you so much Grace!

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