Grace

Its three which means there are two to go.  Its amazing to think about the weight of words.  Words change thoughts.  Words change feelings.  Words change everything.  Mine caught above my shoulders, circling
like sharks.  Released to grace paper that will never be delivered.  Grace; maybe that is grace.  To think, then to feel, only to rethink, and to revise.  Wise words once said, "We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and repetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation."  It was about me and my and I because of you.  Solely focused on the former not the latter.  The sun doesn't know its just a star.  Shining so brightly but with no vision that its not the only one.  Then came your words, words that Ive shared before, therefore hitting home.  Home, yes home, our home.  No longer about me and my and I, I finally thought of you.  A calming sense of your needs put my circling words to rest.  Naturally, organically, without thought or work.  Things in perspective; all things where they belong.  To understand and empathize is the highest of the arts.  Art that's not created nor learned, just there to put the uneasy at ease.