other way 'round
other way ‘round The wound is the place where light enters you. —Rumi the oak struck, broke ribs rent organs tore me open not to close again light pours out give way to this tearing don’t play hide and seek instead, come face to face split me open pour me out so all that’s left is grace
Yes. I agree with the landing. Lovely. Grace is all we need.
...you grace us with your being...