Grace on the Road

This morning’s gold was not the sky, 

But you - riding past King David’s Junction

I saw you, 

Turning the road into a quiet swoon 

And I - just watching - forgot to breathe, 

The sun rose gently, knowing its place; 

It couldn’t outshine your grace.

29 July 2025. 

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