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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem