There is a grace approachingthat we shun as much as death,it is the completion of our birth.
It does not come in time,but in timelessnesswhen the mind sinks into the heartand we remember.
It is an insistent grace that draws usto the edge and beckons us surrendersafe territory and enter our enormity.
We know we must passbeyond knowingand fear the shedding.
But we are pulled upwardnone-the-lessthrough forgotten ghostsand unexpected angels,luminous.
And there is nothing left to saybut we are That.
And that is what we sing about.
–Stephen LevineBreaking the Drought, Visions of Grace