I know her

In times of turmoil she is unexpected respite

I cherish what she is, what I am not

Her countenance is hopeful

Her words are kind without rebuke

Hers is not charity, yet no debt is incurred

She assumes I am worthy. I am sure I am not

I know her, but I have never been her

When the turbulence passes

She departs with this wise impress

Do not wait for others to prove worthy

They are already

You are able to be Grace for them

Are you willing?