And today, one of my own, freshly written.
Grace
(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
love.
It is thoughts and words and actions
taken and held captive.
It is selfish impulse
stifled.
It is outward focus
without a hidden agenda
or broken longing for personal recognition.
Grace is wisdom
whispered truth
and honest release.
