and the quickening again at dawn,
when the light brought word that all is God's,
and all that is God's is yours,
and all is gift.
And so all is gift, in the twilight hour and again at dawn.
Remember the quickening brought by loss,
prying the dust from your hand
to fill it again with one true thing -
the red thread leading straight
to the heart of God.
And so loss was gift, filling your empty hand with grace.