Thursday, January 17, 2019

grace

in the crusty bread and hot soup
on a wintry night,
   we taste what grace is like;
in the eyes of a child
seeing the grandparent 
step out of the car,
   we see what grace like;
in the rich soil turned over
for spring plantings,
   we smell what grace is like;
in the whispered, 'i love you,'
as the casket is lowered,
   we hear what grace is life;
in the hand of a stranger 
clasping ours in acts of kindness,
   we feel what grace is like;

grace
upon
grace
upon 
grace

(c) 2019 Thom M. Shuman