Friday, December 20, 2013


Cracked Grace

My friend is sick.
Really sick—as in cancer sick and in the hospital sick.

I wish I had a mountain of editing and proofreading on my desk today. I don’t.

If I did, I wouldn’t sit here festering, worrying, close to tears.

I have a to-do list, as I do most days.
It’s hard to follow it as I ponder away at life and other mysteries
And ask questions that have no answers, not a one.

Instead of asking
Perhaps I can try to step through this day with grace,
This Cracked Grace
And let my day be a walking prayer for wholeness
Whatever form that may take.

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