Glory

I remember my mother's hands
Laced in prayer
Frail as birds
Face she carried
Like a terrible, terrible ache
I have never seen
Such glory since

I remember my father's voice
Dressed in anger
Swollen with grace
My surrender and his forgiveness
I have never seen
Such glory since

I remember my sister's belly
White and swollen
Carefully swaying
Eyes were glowing
From carrying such grace
I have never seen
Such glory since