Language is no more than the impressions
left by birds nesting in snow.
Prayer is the path opened
by a leopard leaping through the brush.
And grace is how the water parts for a fish
letting it break surface.
A Question to Walk With: Describe a recent experience you’ve had with grace and try to convey its appearance and feeling in words without using the word grace.
This excerpt is from my new book of poems in progress, Returning to Where I’ve Never Been.
*Photo Credit: Ray Hennessy
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