The greys of grace - a poem by Uttik
Grace is commonly misunderstood. It is available every moment and everywhere, and is manifest all the time, if only we could awaken to it. It is more common than one might think.
The greys of grace
He stumbled as he crossed the busy road,
A car swerved and screeched to a halt, inches from his side,
As his heart resumed its normal pitter-patter he exclaimed in relief,
"Oh, indeed Lord, it is thy grace!"
As she was about to step into the bathroom, she noticed the scorpion on the floor,
She let out a shriek, and thanked the Lord for His grace with her narrow escape.
As she held the hands of her love, and gazed into his eyes through a mist of tears,
She spoke in a soft, yet charged, tone, "Imagine my dear, you never take a day off from work. Yet, you took that very day off, when the terrorists struck your office! How can I ever express my gratitude for this sublime grace given to us!"
The sage was privy to this and to infinite such sights,
She smiled, her eyes seeing yet unseeing,
Her heart beating yet still,
Her love flowing, yet undiminished,
"My children, open your eyes wider", said she.
When you close your eyes, and are able to open them again, that is grace,
When you breathe in, if you breathe out, that is grace,
When you go to sleep, and wake up, that is grace,
When you come into this world, and feel the comfort of a mother's arms, that is grace,
When you die, if a single tear is shed, that is grace,
When you back noble intention with hard work and selflessness, and it helps a single soul, that is grace,
If you read this and feel glad that is grace.
The sage knew,
She knew beyond words,
She was in tune with it,
That after all our sincere efforts,
If all that could go wrong does not,
If all that is not in our control works to our benefit,
THAT is grace.