notes on grace

grace is a sure-footed mountain
a bursting spring
nobody's fool
- a sentinel.

grace is yesterday's sorrow
cloaked in traveling garb-

grace is pure
unweathered and unworn
sparking with mercies that are newly-invented.

grace is the pocket of coolness
in a summer-weight blanket
on a sweltering sleepless night-

grace is luxury in the face of dim vision-
a buoyant raft
a missionary's paycheck
a wordless answer
a guarantee.

my drink at first light
and my last amazing supper.