Orbed Grace

a prayer of promise-fueled gratitude

I cannot rightly say much about grace,
except that it is as bright and as real to me as the orbed white dahlia blossoms that punctuate my verdant backyard like stars. 

When, then, your promises elude my grasp,
walk me out under the sky lights
that I might recall the rightness of that elusion
and gratefully witness the sheer wonder of it.
For it is in response to the burning orbed-brightness of grace
that my own blossoming occurs.

Thank you for petaled teachers
and revelation in all its gracious forms.

To know you, even in the smallest ways, is to love you … and I do love you.

Amen.