The Engine of Grace

What are we to make of this inexplicable sponge soaking up our sin and painwhile simultaneously releasing everlasting freedom…An unending, last-drop-of-the-ocean wheel turning eternally, reflecting us as onein need, yet also one overflowing…Such sweet and ripe grace injected into our spirits as each sand grain dropsthrough a perpetual hourglass…With fragile hands, we openly receive this direct grace-hit into our marrow, boneand blood, soul to sole…This limitless sky of a gift, unboxed and untied, surrounds us like a cottony andcumulus cloud, simply yet profoundly there as air…there as airGrace most certainly undeserved, much less in canyon-full, waterfall modepouring and drenching over and into us.