My Friend Grace

One can never predict the moment

That will provide the ‘nudge’

As we navigate our path

Like a mother’s lullaby

Setting us adrift in loose thoughtforms

Cradled and safe to dream

Photo by Marion Michele

Photo by Marion Michele

One can never predict the moment

That erupts from spaciousness

Causing our heart to leap in delight

Like a sudden breeze

On a sultry summer day

 

Caressing our skin

One can never predict the moment

When pleasure will replace suffering

When knowing will replace confusion

When inspiration will overshadow doubt

One can never predict the moment

When Grace will appear