I take refuge in the sun,
its light a revelation,
grace dispersed without constraint
to both heretic and saint.
Because I don’t understand,
I take refuge.
Sanctuary is a gift
to be accepted. Adrift
in the river’s one-two time—
breathe in, breathe out—I dream I’m
dreaming and touch the earth, and
I take refuge.
Grace by Deborah-Zenha Adams | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
Deborah-Zenha Adams is an award-winning author of novels, short fiction, CNF, and poetry.





