Grace

Feeling amazing grace, like a rough towel
or the blood-provoking prick of a needle. Listening
to its words swim thru sickly sin's scales
and weights. Splashing along
the banks of the baptismal river...the sun,
a warm haze in late afternoon
eyes and yawns under poplar trees
stretching to grasp the significance of stars and God's
obsession with flimsey mortals.