Infusion Poem by Marc Mannheimer

an infusion of grace,
one thought away.
If you can bear through this thought,
hold out, hold down into your heart,
wait there, close your eyes, let the secrets arise,
like a small gurgling spring, at first,
then as a smooth, soothing sheet of daylight, a waterfall for thirst,
reassured, with strength, with fruits of the Earth,
you will taste a Greater Worth.

and what if the thought comes up,
“I am not worthy of grace? ”
Do you give in to the chaos,
listen to the confusion of mechanical, mental interface?
let yourself get swept away
in a tidal wave of cruel disgrace?
doubt following doubt,
fractured sense of self, no notion of time or place?

or do you relax into faith,
a sense of wonder overtaking your waking experience,
understanding the magic of the Soul,
God’s gift of unfathomable grace – that you are human, you are holy, you are whole?