Summer Grace
is a handful of blueberries
dropped from the bush to your hand.
(Some things are given, not
grasped.)
is a few days’ reprieve
from sweltering heat.
In coolness, freedom
and possibility blossom.
is the tireless robin
who arrives again and again
with worms for hungry chicks.
Her energy, like God’s, unfailing.
is an early morning
filled with birdsong –
the sweet natural rhythm
of living things calms chaos,
quiets the spirit.
is a neighbor
reaching across the divide
to offer support,
an incarnation
of love divine.
is a grown child
turned handyman,
is a surprise reunion,
and elderberries
growing and yielding
fruit where no one planted.
is offering space –
is having space to offer –
to a group in need, is
a barn filled with food,
a welcome harvest for hungry
souls.
– a This Contemplative Life Community composition
I’ve started a small private community over on fb, connected to my business page. It’s a slow space where participants are invited to take a “long, loving look at the real.” Visit the link above to lean more and asked to be connected. The poem above grew out of members’ responses to a question on this page: Where are you finding grace this summer?
