Sometimes I write like grace is right there. Grace, magic, and our souls. It’s there, there, and there. As if we can access it, if we just reach out, and look to the stars scattered among the tops of the trees.
Silly me. Grace isn’t that easy, is it? It’s elusive. It’s the imploring anguish. ‘Please’, and ‘please’, and the most exhausted, begging, pleading words in the world, ‘please’. That’s where the grace lies. It’s a sad, painful place that spills out from the very bottom of our souls. It’s a moment when we walk along the beach, surrounded only by honest desperation. The ebb and flow of infinity, and all we have to offer is truth and a desperate plea. When you don’t know if you need more wine, xanex, or whatever can carry you to the next step.
The stuff of grace.
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