I Sometimes Dream of Grace

There is a grace in letting go and I seem to
lack this right now.
Even as my arms allow distance my
mind and heart keep gathering
memories to hold near and
tight against me -
As if aging thoughts could ward off approaching
change and constant fear.
Maybe they do...for awhile, throughout the
brightness of a day I can forget
myself and the troubles I have
delivered.
It's the night that haunts me - empty and dark and
mocking in its promise that it brings this
and more to the sleepless moments of
my life.
And those memories being nothing more than thin
blankets to hide beneath.
The night will always find me...and sometimes
past the point of dawn.
When I do sleep...I sometimes
dream of grace and
open arms.