Grace

We are all vessels of God's infinite grace

And it is in Him that we must merge

For all the Earthly acquisitions fall short

Unless in His love and grace we are submerged.

We each according to our contour and scape

Only exhibit His divine love and play,

And in expecting from the world there must be pain

Unless through His heart we determine all our numbered dates.

All his myriad vessels are beautiful, each with qualities benign and gold,

And I bow reverentially to each one of them

Because I asked for a sign

And at first He spoke in mimes

But then the message was loud and clear

Because I am but His messenger, and no seer,

And I sought and I found,

Reminded again that I fall way short

Without His precious love and grace

From all acquisitions, in all manners

Because what if all we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream,

The divine dream of my life,

Playing out so beautifully

In His  beautifully spirited mind.