You see the word ‘grace’. <br />It’s just a word. You don’t use it, <br />don’t really know how to <br />think of it; whether it’s real, <br />what it does, whether you’d notice it <br />somewhere. <br /> <br />That’s OK. So, <br />are you missing anything? <br />Make it quick, I’m busy… <br /> <br />Right. Think of appetite. <br />That feeling in the stomach <br />that it’s high time. Mm, maybe <br />something’s going on in the kitchen; <br />smells good. <br /> <br />Everything on the table looks <br />good enough to eat… <br />this pear: so perfectly ripe, the juice <br />running down your wrist yet <br />even more of it contained. <br />It’s almost too good to eat.. <br /> <br />quick, stop the camera right there: <br />subliminally, one single frame: grace. <br /> <br />Animal appetite, <br />observed by human, <br />divinely created. <br /> <br />Remember it. Grace. <br />In some languages, the same <br />word for the gift of it, and <br />for thanks. Gracias, amigo.. <br />Deo gratia.. that’s gifts <br />from God, not of God. <br />Or, thanks to God. <br />Does that matter, when it’s matter? <br />Possibly. <br /> <br />Beautiful, isn’t it? <br />Graceful.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-steps-of-rumi-81-grace/
