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A Context Of Grace
The smells of home envelope me this morning,
a mix of sweet candle and patchouli.
My feline friends are companioning me in stillness,
one on my lap
and one on the overturned ceramic jar next to my rocker.
A Zen-inspired adaptation of the Hebrew Psalms is nurturing me today,
reminding me of the context of grace in which my life is situated.
The sun is making a valiant effort to appear,
but seems to have lost his stamina.
We all have days like that.
I take a deep breath,
and then another,
in gratitude for the simplicity and richness of my life.
I am so happy to be here now,
in this place,
on this eternal day,
with its rhythms of prayer, work, fellowship, and rest
—the pattern that I love
and in which I thrive.
This context of grace is overwhelmingly beautiful.
The church bells ring a call to awareness,
a song of Love,
and the rooster and my full heart echo.
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