Widow's
            Unnamed
                         Grace
       
        
           ~Cory Morr 

   I'm a widow. My heart knows no boundaries. My mind knows no restrictions. My words know no limits. The missing unexplained response simplified my imprisoned lips limbos. My eyes frown the drip separation.

 

    My ears drown the sound of heard vacation. My thoughts dwell the reminiscent past neighboring across town each day. But my lips have turned to dust.

 

    My unpracticed kiss is laid the ground in dry sand. And the house of my love only has her name of my parables vowed trust. In my blood are many echos of a wife, and in my bones the shadows of undying strife; courage and wisdom are the stones of counseling a judged new beginning it is building.

 

    Armies, captains, governors, saints, priests and kings humble grace before the Lord and Queen, mothering events even surprises marry.