A Glass to Grace
Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 4:00 am
A Glass to Grace
I’m learning poetry is the sound of one soul spinning,
be it echoes of Escher climbing stairs
sweet Jame’s run through fire and rain
Michelangelo’s more muted pyramid of pity
or a simple spinner thinking.
I’ve struggled my entire life to control my spin
half the time without a clue to where the ground is,
so I know mid-course corrections would be easier
if roll, pitch and yaw could be voice-activated.
Not long ago, on the last work day of the week
in a favorite restaurant, if only for a moment
my voice seemed to center
in a blessing to grace, doorway to eternity.
So let’s drink a glass to grace,
which grants us all the time we want
to practice the craft of living
the rest of today and tomorrow.
To grace, the breath that stirs this life we’ve been given
just as joy and wonder serve as wings.
The question in the balance
is how we’ll use this liberty grace affords us,
and on that point I know which way I pivot.
We would owe grace our allegiance for life alone,
but the gravity of its goodness draws us to it
in self-perceptual motion
boostered by our joy and wonder.
I’m learning poetry is the sound of one soul spinning,
be it echoes of Escher climbing stairs
sweet Jame’s run through fire and rain
Michelangelo’s more muted pyramid of pity
or a simple spinner thinking.
I’ve struggled my entire life to control my spin
half the time without a clue to where the ground is,
so I know mid-course corrections would be easier
if roll, pitch and yaw could be voice-activated.
Not long ago, on the last work day of the week
in a favorite restaurant, if only for a moment
my voice seemed to center
in a blessing to grace, doorway to eternity.
So let’s drink a glass to grace,
which grants us all the time we want
to practice the craft of living
the rest of today and tomorrow.
To grace, the breath that stirs this life we’ve been given
just as joy and wonder serve as wings.
The question in the balance
is how we’ll use this liberty grace affords us,
and on that point I know which way I pivot.
We would owe grace our allegiance for life alone,
but the gravity of its goodness draws us to it
in self-perceptual motion
boostered by our joy and wonder.
..and a profound and awesome poem on the subject. I really appreciated this poem today and it has me thinking in a fresh and welcomed direction. 
