Measure of Grace Poetry

Pray and Measure

Life is an unmeasurable treasure

Photo by Zac Durant on Unsplash

Remind me
all my prayers were answered
the moment I started praying
for what I already have.
I need to stop to see
the length of a moment
that expands to hold
a thunderstorm, the moon.
Turn my tape measure
into a rosary that wraps
around my days.
Wasn’t it death that taught me
to stop measuring my lifespan by length,
but by width?

The first and last lines are from Andrea Gibson’s poem, “In the chemo room, I wear mittens made of ice so I don’t lose my fingernails. But I took a risk today to write this down.”

Audio version of “Pray and Measure”

Pray and Measure

Other poetry by Nolcha Fox

Why My Trash Bags Have Four Ties and I Have None

Here and Out of Reach

Balloons and Bracelets

Canva image adapted by Amy Sea