Glory - Laura Gibson

I remember my mother’s hands

Laced in prayer

Frail as birds

Face she carried

Like a terrible, terrible ache

I have never seen

Such glory since

I remember my father’s voice

Dressed in anger

Swollen with grace

My surrender and his forgiveness

I have never seen

Such glory since

I remember my sister’s belly

White and swollen

Carefully swaying

Eyes were glowing

From carrying such grace

I have never seen

Such glory since