god’s grace

I don’t know how to write about it

as ineluctable

I don’t understand it as a gift

a safety valve on condemnation

a release from hell without

the harrowing called-for


we sleep

(perchance to dream)

we wake up into heaven

more than grace for meals

more than meals

more than food

or any sustenance on earth

’til earth renewed


for now a taste

that, distilled through mortality, is

a taste that saves

remarkably, a savor

of the lord


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Nellim, Finland

Moon and Northern Lights Glowing Through Trees