Only Grace
The way the camera has granted me an aperture to see the brilliance of the world. The way it came to me, unbidden. The way music moves one to clarity. The way some bonds are so indelible, they become a second skin. The way peace beckons and we follow, no questions asked. The way love seeks understanding, always and ever patient. The way birds in flight keep an eye on each other. The way plants respond to tenderness. The way photographs paint an image of your soul. The way stories speak to truth. The way words heal the wounds words opened. The way animals reveal your essence.
The way of grace is a quiet passageway. A poem, a prayer, a portal. Alone isn’t lonely. Angels are everywhere, and for us. Bright beings who live to lift us higher, carry us to freedom. The way of grace sets Love in the center, always creating, always urging us to create; responsive, receptive, adoring our perfection, broken-hearted when we suffer. The way a mother protects her child with love enough to shelter all the children in the world. Only grace is sufficient, to kneel before the mystery. Let us bow our heads in praise.
LBM 9/5/2022
