I want to write, eat, think and embody grace,
in the same way an ocean wave gently laps on the shore –
night after night after night.
Graceful even as it fades in its curvaceousness,
slowly becoming that last arch and meander
before sliding backward into the darkness.
But I have no grace on my own.
Let this then, my little offering of words,
like a the smallest ripple on the surface,
be another prayer that baptizes me –
into grace.
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