Grace
Perhaps I'm foolish to believe
I understand grace
but when she comes to me
there's no doubt
and when she leaves
no mistake
I can mark her presence by the absense
and absence by the presence of life's cares
She comes when my best is realized
and yet she's not a steady mark
for she'll run one step ahead of understanding
and fade with time unfulfilled.
She enfolds you unasked
and hides when sought
I believe she is the reward,
undefined as it seems,
to those who seek truth and love
by creating and living their best dreams.
Gallagher
10 Oct 73
LBSC
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —