Grace

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GRACE

It is too easy to fret
over life’s uncertainty
as if life is about what we don’t have
or what has been left out.
But sometimes
in the evening
just after the sun has melted,
and the dusk sky
burns a deep tangerine
above the mountain crest.
Or sometimes in the early morning
before the sun has chased away the cool air of night
and the dew kisses
the rose petals
so gently as if not to wake them.
Or sometimes
when a friend’s easy smile
and healing touch remind me that grace is a gift
without condition or demand.
Then I know the secret of life
–which so easily eludes–
is the dance of love in the little things
That even in the ordinary moments
we can dance
dance
dance, unafraid.