“The Currency of Grace”

Surprised to see the a.m. sun
Shining through
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
Left open
To remind myself I’m alive

A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too

Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency

The Web I Have Weaved

If you must seek me
My cinnamon lips
My sunflower eyes

I’m holding the Hope
Who’s wrapped in the Light
She’s all I’ve pursued

The sea greets our vow
While Canon in D
Rides soft on the wind

You’d not planned for this
Hold onto your faith
And seek hope anew