The Ring of Grace
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- Written June 2021
Lifting its dignity to the image of my birth
Sparkling with the imprint of divinity.
No ring on the hand, the source of present grace
Liberating from marshalled evil that quickly reappears
Asserting the right to damage all that’s been achieved.
No ring on the hand that put its clasp in mine
Assurance of a presence that blots out
The loneliness of a loner committed to a singular task.
No ring on the hand that points the way ahead
Beckoning others to join the band of grace-bearers
Showing the path through tomorrow’s mist.
No ring on the hand that broke and blessed the bread
Yet I glimpse two healing wounds, ringed circles of grace
As he disappears, though present yet.
Sunbury Court
Bristol Citadel
November 2002