It’s always there
the love, in the air
for the taking
sometimes i don’t feel well enough to help myself to it
might not be able to feel it
because other things are in the way
old things, outdated things
fear.
breath
let go
like a piano string reverberating through the air
love moves through me and into me like a bowl filled to overflow.
even when i dont’ really feel it.
It’s still there.
and another thing –
I don’t have to be Mary to be full up on Grace.
Grace is also mine to take and have and hold. perpetually.
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