Sylvia Sharpentier

My land is a memoir that remembers me
My winter is an eternal spring
Mother, flowers have bloomed over your face
Like a summer breeze, like sunbathing, like the tea time with a good timer
Like the comfort from knowing unconditional love
Like bricks around persisting ember
A river of grace flows in me like dusting of stars upon the earth

No worry, mother, God takes care of me
One day I will garden your face where you smile and laugh like yourself
Your love is self-sacrifice, and I am your son
I dream the world where you need not worry evermore 
That sounds like home, the heaven perhaps, a step closer to happiness

My grace is raining
The world is churning
I am sailing
It is now matter between romance and mystery
My words are invisible fire
Whose existence lies in the silence between the lines

Sometimes when I cry alone
God just picks me up and gives me a piggyback
And walks miles and miles until I'm okay
Then I walk again, grabbing His hand
On our way home

A river of grace flows in me like dusting of stars upon the earth
Consumed by full deliciousness of the day
I take flight to the creekbend by the hedge where sunset over the mill pond
And catch words that are warm in my mouth 
And proclaim victory is mine