Lost In Grace Once Again

To the heights!

To the summits of
seraphic perfection,
strong holiness,
sweaty saintliness!

Reach, reach!
My muddy arm stretches
up, up, up,
clutching an idea,
a lofty ideal,
to pull from the
dregs my smudgy soul.

It glances across
(my futuring eye)
to grab-marks in the soil,
from yesterday’s attempts
in the same style.

The shock loosens
my striving grip,
and slides me
back down to myself
and I weep a joyful sadness.
I find myself lost
in grace once again.

The photograph is the wonderful creation of my friend Amaris titled, “Going West”.