Grace is the Ocean flowing into the river,
Not the other way ‘round.
Grace is The Destination Arriving at you,
When you have not yet arrived.
Grace is an impossible Blossoming,
While you are yet still a bud.
Grace is being Discovered,
By that which you sought to discover.
Grace is being Embraced,
By that which you sought to embrace.
Grace is being Possessed by Perfection,
While you are yet far from Perfect.
Grace is Love, drawn to Itself, Here...
In the Heart of your Deepest Interiority.
Not the other way ‘round.
Grace is The Destination Arriving at you,
When you have not yet arrived.
Grace is an impossible Blossoming,
While you are yet still a bud.
Grace is being Discovered,
By that which you sought to discover.
Grace is being Embraced,
By that which you sought to embrace.
Grace is being Possessed by Perfection,
While you are yet far from Perfect.
Grace is Love, drawn to Itself, Here...
In the Heart of your Deepest Interiority.
Tears, tears, tears!
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