Grace

The smooth sweep
Of cloud
Above a far
And distant hill

The poise of wine
Just flowing
Oer the brim

The seal slip
Beneath
The flow of sea

The graceful things
That sing
The peace of grace


The inward grace
That blesses
All our thoughts

Yet in our frailty
Can we give ourselves
To disgraceful things.

JL 23. Oct. 11:51