My Grace
by A Devoted Man
It lies invisible to the eye,
Yet it can be seen.
It cannot be held in one’s hands,
Still.... it can be felt.
It can taste as sweet as ripe mango,
But, in can never be eaten.
It is this imagined thing that fills no pot,
Yet, fills my dreams and desires.
It gives warmth with no fire,
Illumination without light.
It is the bond that created You,
And the force which gave birth to Me.
It is the love between those who have gone before,
And the love which binds us now.
It is Love.
It is the true Grace of God.
Submitted: May 6, 2001
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