(1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

What do you think this poem is about?

Grace

dry earth
shifting ever-down
to lowest ground,
dust sifting
autumn's blight,
to winter's,
longest night,

until Grace
unrequested, freely
given, undeserved
fills with unreserved life
springs, white-water
rising higher
than could ever
have been
conceived!

Submitted: Monday, December 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, December 04, 2012


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