Kevin's Watch

Deer, Linna, and Furls each played a part in inspiring this poem. Of course, when I speak of grace I do not mean the the specific Grace of Jesus. But I like to think the concept is the same.

Grace, After All

It took a long time
But eventually
He reached a place where he fell
And couldn’t rise again.

His convictions
That had secured him
In the knowledge he was right
Gave way to ambiguity.

His passion
Which had inflamed him
And lit his way through the night
Guttered in the torch.

His will
Which had driven him
Escaped in huffing clouds
From his slack mouth.

It was grace, after all
That lifted him
And warmed his weary soul
Through the unforgiving night.

Thank you, I am flattered to have something to do with such words about grace.

It is a picture of a need for grace that I in my own weakness so easily identify with.