This Grace

This grace we have been given is enough.

When the mountains set before us

Won't move by faith

Until by faith we start to climb.

It is enough.

When our cry for Heaven's miracles

Rings  hollow, like a doorbell Howling through an empty house.

It is enough.

When from the wheelchairs of our weakness

We say yes

To pressing on,

It is enough.

When we have reached the end of our energies,

And face the end of ourselves,

But can't yet see the end of our task,

It is enough

Enough

To know that you have loved us.

Enough.

That we are called before all time.

Enough.

That every fingerprint is valued.

Enough.

That you remember every name.

So we will embrace this grace.

And turn our hearts to face grace.

Loosening the locks

On our personal space,

We'll make each home a place of grace.

We'll drink from your wells

'til we're wasted on grace;

We'll speak out your words

'til our tongues taste of grace.

And we'll live to love your laws

Until our lives are laced with grace.

Down dark and dingy alleys

We will chase grace.

We will hold as something precious every trace of grace.

We will celebrate and consecrate this grace, because this grace we have been given, is enough.

Comments

[Robert Askey]

Simon Chesters (M.D.O with Chester Diocese) shared this poem with us at our Parish Retreat. My wife died earlier this year aged 40, after 22 years of marriage and 24 years of M.S. Your poem hit me between the eyes as "true" and 'something precious' - so thank you. Robert