incessant impetuous

ive plodded peaks and pinnacles.
ive huffed up highest of heights.
ive fallen facefirst into furthest,
farthest, deepest, most darkest of nights.
ive walked all ways between them.
ive breathed each inch of space.
and i found – in all of them; waiting –
incessant impetuous Grace.

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