and sometimes grace has a way of slipping right alongside me.
i'm not fully aware until i feel it in my bones. oh, how it warms aches. makes longings long less. pulls apart-heart-pieces into a different direction. burns a map inside my head i can't forget.
(it's a little squeeze); like the one i get when my four year old
friend holds my hand, telling that somewhere-deep-down:
That mystical message comes to me by surprise , just rarely. It's all right, relax, you can do this blindfolded with one leg off, don't forget to enjoy ... it says, in a feeling that is totally believable. Is that what this little speech about grace is about? It feels like it and anyway I agree. The piece itself seems more like a note for a poem - the idea, recorded for some time later when you will be looking for an adea for a poem! Cos sometimes the poetry is ready but no topic ... like love, I guess ... the bit about a child's wonderful influence is powerful here, not as a figure of speech but as some direct evidence and example for your argument! .... I get into some fierce discussions abut metaphor, etc., because I don't think we really understand the five tropes and if we did, we would talk in poetry all the time and not even have to learn it in school!
Also it made me think about religion. The common faithful people of all the cults - not the power freaks nor the professional ministers - are relying on grace and all the other bits of ritual are just fluff ...