“It is hard to explain, but you know it when you see it.
It is meek, but you can’t contain it
Hard to grasp, but you know when it’s around.
It is hard to teach, but it can be found.
Exceedingly quiet, while deafening loud.
It is extraordinarily humble, yet aptly proud.
Thieves want to own it, but it cannot be stolen.
Many are for the strong, It is for the broken.
No one’s ever dreamed it.
No one’s ever owned it.
No one’s ever bought it.
You just get it when you receive it.
No politics can claim it.
No business can sell it.
No celebrity can wear it.
The poor and outcast possess it.
It is private, yet transforms communities.
Largely diverse, yet brings unity.
It is unfair, yet purely just.
More powerful than our strongest lusts.
Often emulated, yet falling short.
Eye for an eye, it is karmas retort
Always talked about, yet seldom shown.
It is something you must experience to be known.
It is not so much a destination, than an eternal trip
You can’t get by trying, you just open the gift.
It is multi-faceted, never looking the same.
It is the one thing that will never change.”
This poem is about Grace.
Grace is a scandalous thing.
It will get you kicked out of your religion
It has gotten quite a few people killed.
Yet, Grace is the only hope for you, me and this tired, old world