Grace

Now awake with bleary eyes,

Stiff neck, aching hip

And a sense of doubt and

Confusion.

Walk outside to rainy skies,

Brisk winds, cold ground

And the chill of earth’s

Intrusion.

And then, as if on cue

A bird’s tune

Dances lightly

On the moist

Canvas

Of God’s imagination

And

Once again…

Grace

 

 

 

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