GRACE
“It’s hard to explain, but you know it when you see it,
It’s meek, but you can’t contain it
It’s hard to grasp, but you know when it’s around
It’s hard to teach, but it can be found
It’s exceedingly quiet, while deafening loud
It’s extraordinarily humble, yet aptly proud
Thieves want to own it, but it cannot be stolen
Many are for the strong, It is for the broken
No one’s ever dreamed it
No one’s ever owned it
No one’s ever bought it
You just get it when you receive it
No politics can claim it
No business can sell it
No celebrity can wear it
The poor and outcast possess it
It is private, yet transforms communities
Largely diverse, yet brings unity
It is unfair, yet purely just
More powerful than our strongest lusts
Often emulated, yet falling short
Eye for an eye, it is karmas retort
Always talked about, yet seldom shown
It is something you must experience to be known
It is not so much a destination, than an eternal trip
You can’t get by trying, you just open the gift
It is multi-faceted, never looking the same
Yet it is the one thing that will never change”
This poem is about Grace and Grace is the only hope for you, me and our tired, broken, beautiful world.