Grace

Tonight it is my turn to host Poetics over at dVerse and my prompt is to write a Blessing Poem

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There is a flow

 

a kind of unfolding

a wave like thing

that will

 

if you step aside from it

and from yourself

 

proceed outwardly

and inwardly

at once

 

it brings in it’s wake

beauty

marvel

and awe

 

and the knowledge that

 

it has precisely

nothing

whatsoever

to do with you

 

you may witness it

be touched by it

be held momentarily

in the beloved’s gaze

in this gift of grace

 

and

 

when this occurs

this rapturous blessing

that falls gently upon you

as light rain in a parched land

 

become as open to it

 

as that flower which waits in hope

as that embrace for an old friend

as a heart burst by a lovers touch

as a tear for a loss too deep for words

 

bring it fully to your being

and let it overcome you

so that you no longer are

without it

 

for all the senses of it

will expand your without-ness

 

so that when this grace has passed

 

a shadow borne of light

will linger

 

causing you to smile

knowingly

and in remembrance

 

of that which binds us all

77 responses to “Grace

  1. Sometimes that grace is very subtle but when we notice it we are indeed blessed. And I suppose blessed even if we don’t notice it, right? Loved your tender words of awareness, Paul.

  2. You had me at /as a tear for a loss too deep for words/–yup, there are moments of joy & daggers of depression/sorrow/anger that exist almost in a parallel dimension within, that catapult feelings and inexplicable emotions. As poets we plumb those depths daily, and do manage bare bodkin glimpses at these intangibles.

  3. For some reason this recalled to me a tour with friends when we drove the rim of the Colorado National Monument Park where the canyons and rock formations moved me to tears. It was like touching the hand of God. I was absolutely lost in wonder. Your poem is beautiful, Paul.

  4. This is a stunning poem. I love the lines:
    it brings in it’s wake
    beauty
    marvel
    and awe
    and the knowledge that
    it has precisely
    nothing
    whatsoever
    to do with you”
    And yet we are part of the whole, aren’t we? Wonderful.

  5. The unfolding of this poem brings blessing upon blessing–so many descriptions to like…my favorite, that gentle grace-filled rain, as you described it. Thank you for this and for the prompt.

  6. “…the senses of it / will expand your without-ness”. Absolute beauty, bursting with promise, and the sort of energy that makes the soul sing. I love when your poetry reads like you are whispering it inside my head. Just wonderful!

  7. If I don’t make all the rounds tonight, I am at glad I at least read your contribution. You’ve touched the almost explainable with such ease. It’s comforting to read as well and beckons us all to pay more attention to these sublime experiences lest we miss them.

  8. Your verse reminds me of standing at the beach and letting the waves catchup to me. Whether they lap at my feet or knock me over, it’s a great blessing, thank you!

  9. Even for one who is not religious, this poem inspires a kind of awe at the way a person can feel in touch with something of and outside of himself… be it a meditation, a trip of higher consciousness or awareness of being part of all that exists. Lovely.

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