In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle light,
Grace dances softly on the morning breeze,
A tender touch that heals the hidden scars,
Whispering hope in the silence of the heart.

Through shadows cast by doubt and fear,
Her presence lingers, serene and mild,
A guiding star in the vast night sky,
Illuminating paths once shrouded in mist.

In solitude, where echoes roam free,
Grace weaves her tapestry of peace,
Binding wounds with threads of compassion,
Restoring strength to weary souls.

With every gentle breath she breathes,
A promise of renewal in her wake,
For in her embrace, we find our solace,
A testament to love’s enduring grace.