21 Grams of Grace at 60

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The Trip of the Soul

Maria Rosaria Sannino

Some people just radiate it.

Like the shine on skin in the noonday sun,

it slides off easily

almost weightless,

the gravity of soul,

a part of that tiny amount we all lose at death.

On him, it feels as light as his blue eyes

on a summer morning

when the soft light plays a gigue

at the corner of his sleep,

while I dance a diaphanous two-step

my feet barely touching earth.

He doesn’t know it, but

his heart is as big as the ocean outside our door,

its vastness whispering the secrets of love

to ears attuned to its rhythm.

grace slides in and out 

with an ease I will never know,

that 21 grams of weight of his grace,

without bounds,

but for the touch of one soul upon another

as it fills the space between us.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

My husband makes me a better person. He is is best man I have ever known and he just celebrated his 60th birthday. This is for him.

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