WHITHER GRACE?  

WAITING

I am told there is a gift out there

They say, “grace”

Gift-like, free

Unique to me

Must I wait? 

Stop, look and listen

Dare I say, pray?

Or am I missing the point?

Can the extraordinary find me?

Sort through my baggage?

Learn the code

To hack its way past

My mental technology?

Gifts!

It would be nice to take a peek

Shake it a bit

Get a hint of what’s inside

It could be hard to open

Require assembly

Have difficult operating instructions

Something I would actually use?

I will try to be thankful

What if?

What if!?

A delivery has been tried

And I somehow scuttled it?

A challenge conveniently misinterpreted?

Or maybe it has been here all the time

Not carefully attended

Would it be something to grow with me?

Other people?

Truth be told

I have not exactly been seeking the extraordinary

Attending the elsewhere with some intensity

Where do my best efforts end?

And where does grace begin?

WONDERING

Would I know if it were working?

A tension may be necessary

Between the ordinary and the extra-

As in, no future

Without pruning the past

I have no horse to be knocked from

No angel has appeared

To structure my career

Should it prod dialogs with God

That would be new!

For many gifts what counts is the thought.

Might grace and I find a useful fit?

Discover what it means

To live gracefully?

Fantasizing

All my past missteps

And I’m still here

There but for the grace of God go I

Fantasizing again,

Maybe new eyes through which to see,

New energy

If it goes back to the resurrection

Or beyond

We’re all affected

But my guess, grace is personal

And hard to fathom in the general

SO . . .

What urged the many seekers preceding me?

What fueled their centuries of curiosity?

Their creativity?

Even these few words

Grace prodding questions about grace?

I may sort through my gifts again

And take a closer look

DRK

Feb. 18, 2019