The Gift of Grace




Invisible, like a shard of light,

Obscure, to our eyes,

Yet illumining the darkness by its unseen presence.

Only fully understood by an open heart.


Sometimes an emotional rush,

Drawing the gift of tears from a girl,

Who does not understand what just happened.

But knows it is love unwrapped nonetheless.


The chance to align all motions and actions,

And direct them towards God,

Or to reject Him,

And thus feel the pain therein, of a soul deflected.


The supply is endless,

As eternal as The Source,

Only requiring a head to turn,

Towards Him.


To refill us again, with consolations on this day.

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