Grace


Grace in its most complete perfect power

generous giving of oneself

Eyes, o beloved you are far more precious than I.

Handfuls fall short, prayers do not convey,

there is no use of this body or mind

Spirits interior holy prize…

Sum of…

pardon this grace.

Burnt offering, tolerance, obedience,

kindness, surrender, selfless floods,

take this flesh; take this blood,

intentions just to love,

employ-it, receive-it, per-mit…

Blessing the blaze in your eyes,

kill my fire for you to fly,

this is my love, drowning, unlocked hands,

sensitivity, no amount of exploitation will stop this…

a doormat I have heard as a metaphor…

the ground simply laughs.

Only a true soul knows this reward

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10 thoughts on “Grace

  1. A doormat indeed – or so they will have us believe — a beautiful thought provoking prayer/poem day or night. Loved every line.

    Joanny

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