💕 What Is Grace after Sara Teasdale 💕 Poem by James McLain

Grace is the glitter of the morning dew,
A silent dance of sunlight through the trees,
The tender touch of petals kissed by blue,
A song that rides upon the softest breeze.

It is the gentleness of falling leaves,
A moonlit path that leads us through the night,
The solace found in twilight's quiet eves,
A heart that dreams in colors pure and bright.

Grace is the way the world forgives the rain,
The way the stars hold secrets in their glow,
The way the earth forgets its ancient pain,
And blooms anew when winter's breath is slow.

Grace is the peace that lingers in a sigh,
A fleeting glimpse of heaven passing by.