In what is grace?

In what is grace,

And in whom?

How is it found,

And where do I seek?


Is it in the lone tree -

A skeleton of grayed ash

Striking against the pale blue sky,

Or in the hungry mouth of the child

Bubbling over with laughter?


And do I search on bended knee,

Rubbed raw from prostration,

Or swiftly fly through the world

Limbs whipping in the currents?


Does it hide in the eternal silence

Stretching between two words,

Or in the bright darkness of the dawn

An ephemeral second in the long day?


In what is grace,

And in whom?

How is it found,

And where do I seek…


And will I know if I find it?


I will live a thousand lives.


And I will live a thousand lives,

If only to die a thousand deaths

And maybe

Maybe

Touch it.