GRACE

This morning,

when I opened my eyes,

the earth had made it’s way around the sun,

again.

 

Water had fallen from the skies,

nourishing the earth.

 

The air smelled of earth and dampness,

but was still available for inhaling.

 

The grass shined green.

 

Squirrels scurried with black walnut seeds,

again.

 

After all of my fret

and yesterday’s furious action

checking off lists of to-do,

the earth,

the skies,

the air,

the grass,

the squirrels

didn’t seem to care.

 

And I thought,

this

is

grace.