Grace abounds as oceans roar
Around my head, past wooden doors.
They're all unlocked, the grace is free,
Yet I live like it's unknown to me.
Had circumstances left me blind
And had the world been less unkind
I might have known. But what's the use
In making this my poor excuse?
I'm like a fish in oceans blue
Asking where the sea's got to
When I move forward with my day
And ask why grace has gone away.
postscript
Something simple, as I wind down and try to beat the deadline. I can do this! Day 28.