Grace felt in short supply
today and surely
was missing in
my interactions with
medical insurance,
Doctors offices,
the DMV,
mobile phone company,
our bank….
plenty of barbs
and jabs
and shame
from a wounded
and frayed world.
I understand yet
don’t take those
offenses personally.
Yet
it was still
a Jonah Day.
Until
I saw
this bright
flowering tree,
set against
a deep blue sky,
and clouds in
the distance
look like waves.
Reminding me of
God’s unrelenting
grace, the rain
He delivered to
grow this tree,
the breath in
my lungs, the sun
on my face.
Maybe grace is
quiet today, but
present; a rustling in
the wind, the buzzing
of a bee, the laughter
of my daughters.
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