This is grace.
So is this.
It’s the beauty of a pale blue sky or a fiery orange sunrise.
It’s your feet in the sand. And a love note. And a really good hug.
It’s evident within the intricate design of nature.
You see it in the eyes of children and hear it in the laughter of friends.
It’s the snowy white of a cotton field ready for picking. Or the blackest of nights with a million glimmering stars.
And when you catch a glimpse of a shooting star streaking across the sky you’ve experienced it.
You can smell it when breakfast is cooking and taste it in a homemade chocolate sheath cake.
You feel it when you remember a time long ago that makes you smile.
It’s every single breath you take.
We are surrounded by grace.
We just have to pay attention.
5 thoughts on “Full of Grace”
Ah, paying attention… yes. Your post reminded me of that beautiful poem by Mary Oliver.
Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.
Thank you for sharing the poem! I love it.
A beautiful poem and a beautiful composition with pictures.