Maroula Blades

Grace


I wrote the poem “Grace” because of a recent unfortunate event. A good friend experienced a life-altering stroke. He must now live his life using a wheelchair, and he has no speech.

I recently visited a stunning 12th-century church in the Harz low mountain range in Germany. In the empty subterranean chamber of the church, there is a mesmerizing resonance. The stonework and ambience inspired my improvised melody. The person who accompanied me on the trip recorded my singing on his mobile phone without my knowledge. Later that day, he played it, and I thought it would be suitable as a backing track for the poem as it also has a metaphysical note.


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