I Found Grace in the Dust

I knelt where the long road frays, Hands on the ground where I’d lost my way. No choir, no church bell’s trust— Just a whisper rising from the dust.

I found grace in the dust, Where no one swore and no one judged. It felt like breath I hadn’t touched— I found grace in the dust.

I carried names like stones in a sack, All the things I couldn’t take back. But the wind let go and the weight did too, Like morning light breaking through.

I found grace in the dust, Where the road forgave the miles I’d crushed. No shining sign, no thunderous hush— I found grace in the dust.

(Wordless hum—soft, like a prayer carried by air)

Maybe grace ain’t where we’re told, Not in gold frames or perfect roads. Maybe it lives in the tired and rough, Where a trembling heart says “that’s enough.”

I found grace in the dust, In crooked tracks and broken luck. If tomorrow calls, I’ll rise because I found grace… in the dust.

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