IDEAS OF GRACE Moments of desolation when life and love collide drowning us beneath the weight of their inevitability You pause and look back at me as if I were cancer How can this be? Why is this happening? Who do you think you are? Isn’t history the antidote for bad judgment? Fidelity is so fluid these days    So much expected in return I tell you about my parents   My long suffering mother My long silent father Married 58 years until death “Those were days of denial, when relationship was abduction and silence a woman’s ransom.” I don’t argue      I hide my point of view How could you understand there is glory in surrender if made for harmony Or that the liberation of the blind is conceived in a bed of forgiveness