Grace

Grace

how does it feel?

a bruised reed he will not break,

but still the reed is bent.

eden has not returned,

the snow still softly falls,

the rains they pour or not at all.

he bends and draws in the sand,

accusers right and wrong depart,

he does not condemn,

yet still the act was done,

he moves the judgement from east to west,

surely we too must move on,

but in no direction can we escape ourselves,

who is it that speaks?

of which voice,

will of you take heed?

Thomas and Etches

28th January 2010

From Shakespeare

“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; 

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: 

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, 

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 

Must give us pause: there's the respect 

That makes calamity of so long life..”

From the dictionary

“..(in Christian belief) the free and unmerited favour of God, also

• a divinely given talent or blessing : the graces of the Holy Spirit.

• the condition or fact of being favoured by someone””