Grace
Is just a word.
Until you find yourself
Groping for meaning, sense and purpose
Where there is only darkness, pain and fear.
But, there and then it becomes an ember.
Softly glowing
Tightly grasped
Fiercely felt
Burning through the numbness
Awakening hope.
Fireflies at dusk
On a hillside
Across the street from the emergency room.
Snowflakes
Perfect and unbroken
Resting against the dark wool of a mourner’s scarf.
I have borrowed faith from such simple things
And, found peace in such terrible beauty.
Freely offered.
Dearly bought.
In a word,
Grace.
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Please note: The Daily Prayers for Moravians Blog has now moved to
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5 years ago
3 comments:
Yes, Brian, this rings true for me too. Thanks for your vulnerable wisdom and - by such - your grace.
Betsy
You are such an amazingly talented writer. I've been told of your writings and such many times, but have never had the chance to read any. You truely have an amazing gift.
Shelly Zeis
The words have more meaning than be known to most. I look forward to your stories with great pride in my heart. You really can make a soul feel like our lives have a purpose.
Dale D
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