When the mirror caught your eyes Morning quietly stood still A single word became a bridge Across two distant hills Was it luck Or something more A silent knock Upon the door Every road remembers footsteps Every season knows your name Nothing ever walks alone Nothing comes the same You found me I found you Maybe neither one is true We arrived Exactly where Time had always waited there Threads we cannot see Guide the heart so patiently Call it chance If you must I will simply call it... Grace. Tomorrow brings another meeting Another page Another light Every soul is writing stories Only visible In hindsight When we finally understand Nothing... Was ever Accident.
