Grace and Favour

For all that a life that's truly led

provides the anxious soul with balm,

yet a gentle breeze, invisible and calm,

precedes the storm where the meek have fled.

 

In Summer's graceful darkling glides the hawk

in flight over burnished grain, 'till late

a final stoop unearths its prey: its fate

the slashing shadows where the killers stalk.

 

Though seasons full with memories settle

on tender hearts grown cynic and hard,

yet marching years must need a lowering guard;

drawing days down, to test their mettle.

 

Ancient angels line the road ahead

as lanterns, crystalline and innocent,

light the way; favouring the proud immigrant

with thanks for promises forever unsaid.

 

Come walk with me in grace, as heavens fall.

 

Chris Hubbard

2019