There are days
I trip over myself
trying to make it
from one end to the other.
How easily my feet
get tangled
in things over which
I have no control.
I wish angels
would whisper
what I often forget:
Grace.
• • •
©2012, Jen Payne
There are days
I trip over myself
trying to make it
from one end to the other.
How easily my feet
get tangled
in things over which
I have no control.
I wish angels
would whisper
what I often forget:
Grace.
• • •
©2012, Jen Payne
What a charming meditative poem! And it’s perfect, nothing extraneous, simple and simply flowing. Brava.
(That’s grace. ;-)
Thank you…