Her Grace (Lovin’ Suite)

This arrangement of Her Grace pays homage to Come Get My Lovin’ by Dionne. Featured art is by Mario Sánchez Nevado.

Listen to Her Grace by Richard Charles Stevens (Lovin’ Suite)

With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.

With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
Fractures aside
Was a far cry from broken
Hope her first prize
And all else mere token
Such was the turn of mind chosen
.
There was a time
When her smile was endangered
Life appeared little
But fickle acquaintance
Liberally given
Straightforwardly taken
A waltz and a dream
From which she’d reawaken
.
The river then ran freely
Its ebbs and flows composing scene
Undressed of predisposing genes
Midday sun unsung in closing speech
To teach the leaves to reach the breeze
In piquancy to meet and greet
The coastal reef and breathe
The sweetest air of shared relief
The flora at her feet arose between her toes
While sloping greens made known
The growth of seeds she sowed
In swollen streams discreetly showed
Noble trees wore ocean sleeves
Of hopeful dreams foreseen
Each broken wave an ornate keepsake
Of the cradled open seas
.
Alone and disowned
Of the joy long forsaken
Broken road forth
With remorse as her raiment
Only the lonely could feel so short-changed
Yet her eyes were some way from vacant
.
For all she had faced
She retained the same grace
Such was innate
To a native of faith
When the day came
To remain
Through the storm
Hers were the eyes
Of reliable source
.
melancholic monsters muted
thick grey mist short shrift diluted
rosebud lips of prior brooded
bled the briar range secluded
wept of resolute and bearing
glaring sun and waxing moon
darned in timeless serenade
of raptured bloom attuned unsparing
flora at her feet arose
to slow her heartbeat
heel to toe
while telling leaves of fell made known
the altered course serenely charted
keenly she proceeded
through the sweep of dreams dearly departed
memories uniquely guarded
not a frowned belief down hearted
postulation unmigrated
each sped tread hence elevated
graduating steep incline
to breathe the skies
retrieve the stars
in trust of clustered dust
to buff the bust of weeping scars
indeed each silent beat enhanced of crackle
grappled for ascendency
.
Silently paused
Whereby violently torn
She defied each subsidence forewarned
Scaled the same walls
Which had formerly stifled
Found that within
Long since formally titled
Life to this point
Had seemed awkward recital
Thus she endorsed its revival
.
With not a contrivance
Her heart came wide open
No gimmick to mimic
Each limit unbroken
Hope was her lyric
And all else unspoken
Such was the gift she had chosen
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
A living exhibit
Of all things exquisite
Taking by force
Every morsel prolific
Fooled into thinking
The storm hit to sink her
Taught then contrary
With nary a whimper
.
With not a word spoken
This vocal free thinker
Was potently thunder
In cloak of a whisper
Hope was her first prize
And thus she remained
When the day came to wake to life chosen
.
Wake to life chosen
Wake to life chosen
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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