Grace

In the grey

within the promise

of sustaining rain

a penetrating light

as if from heaven

chooses

this place to glimpse

with shining eye.

Here is no wealth,

no great adornment,

no instant draw for gaze.

Yet, on this place,

and for this moment,

the spotlight falls.

The Creator, artist at heart,

with sheer joy

wants to say “look here –

see what I have done.”

And just as this is ‘enough,’

though for this moment,

aside,

out of illumined elevation,

so grace is sufficient

for me.

A Christian poem by:  Keith Wallis — wordsculptures

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