There is no bliss
like the bliss of grace.
An unearned gift
that spills from
the hands
of something
far greater than us.
A reminder that
beyond the reach
of our comprehension
there is a source,
the same source
that calls mighty
trees from the ground
and causes wolves
to howl at the moon.
452 21-6-11
fromagreenhill.com
Comments
Mangone | June 21, 2011 - 09:49
Interesting to read that God causes wolves to howl at the moon, I've never thought of it that way.
Mind you, I have always considered that grace had to be earned and was surprised to find that it is quite a contentious issue as to whether it is a gift or it is earned...
So thanks for the thought provoking poem.
celticman | June 21, 2011 - 10:45
grace is born in joy, so howling at the moon qualifies on that count.
Mangone | June 21, 2011 - 11:10
Humour is certainly a saving grace Celtic.