Dear Grace,
Without your touch I'm hopeless
And full of vain regrets
In your absence all my stumbling
Deserves whate'er it gets.
But you wrap me in a blanket
Of mercy and of light
To let go of all my failings,
To accept the day and night
That comes in truth to pilgrims
In life and love, on roads
Where to walk without your promise
Is to bear a heavy load.
postscript
Day 16. I thought one of the best ways to catch up was to write a series. Here's the fourth of a five-part series of epistles to Love, Life, Mystery, Grace, and Truth.