A VISION OF GRACE

A woman, a vision of grace, you stand,

Yet shadows cling, a chill upon the land.

Your children, precious burdens, at your side,

Their soft, unspoken fears you cannot hide.

The night descends, a velvet, heavy cloak,

And where to rest, a question you invoke.

A mother's beauty, etched in weary lines,

A silent strength where desperation twines.

Your children's hunger, a gnawing, hollow ache,

And where to find a meal, for goodness sake?

The sheep's worn path, a whispered, gentle plea,

A trail of hope, for you and progeny.

The shepherd's warmth, a fleeting, borrowed space,

Where tender goats may find a moment's grace.

Let the soft wool of the sheep,

and the warmth of the shepherd's fire,

be a temporary caress,

a moment of respite

in the harshness of the night.