Grace


IMG_0225

 

Grace

 

Again you returned 

to the break in the trees

where an old nurse log lay, snow-drifted

like an altar in a glade 

of its own making

 

and daily, like a prayer 

or an apprentice, you learned

how to listen

by listening 

near this broken architect of

grace

 

until a clear day, when you heard 

its tall river still running

like a humming, reaching out —

not down, or up, and certainly 

not broken

but cast skyward

like the light that shines in

 

and you realized that grace isn’t 

only about listening 

or receiving

or even about falling

 

but longs to be spoken

to be gushed, in delight

and revealed like the sky — 

 

as a lavish response, freely

given 

in an absence 

of answers.

Categories: Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: