Wednesday, April 6, 2011

One Of My Own

And today, one of my own, freshly written.

(first draft 4-6-11)

The answers are simple
and ugly
clear as grace
which means muddled and murky.

Grace is a thing untouchable and indescribable
yet utterly concrete when it hits you.

It is action and choice and
tender easiness in a moment of
hard bitterness.

Grace is an embodiment of

It is thoughts and words and actions
taken and held captive.

It is selfish impulse

It is outward focus
without a hidden agenda
or broken longing for personal recognition.

Grace is wisdom
whispered truth
and honest release.