Glory

I remember my mothers 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 fathers voice
Dressed in anger
Swollen with grace
My surrender and his forgiveness
I have never seen
Such glory since
I remember my sisters belly
White and swollen
Carefully swaying
Eyes were glowing
From carrying such grace
I have never seen
Such glory since