Grace, i. e. the disposition to kindness and compassion
Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:00 am
"God, give us grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, courage to change the things that can be changed, and the wisdom to distinguish one from the other"
~Reinhold Niebuhr
Ah; sweet and smiling grace. If grace were a living thing it most surely would be a child; full of smiles and yellow tinted brightness. Arms outstretched towards the sun and sky waving a simple stick as if it were some grand scepter used to ward away pecking, and cowardly birds. Grace would have to be a little girl. Imagine for a minute if grace were to manifest itself as a child; her eyes would have to be so blue they would be like looking into great big pools of dew filled innocence. You would not be able to look into them both at the same time; they would draw your eyes from one to the other and back again, and again, one more time again. The child sized chin would remind you of another's face; you would not be able to remember who it reminded you of; just that it was familiar. You would fumble full of the lack of something; grace maybe, would remind you of an old friend.
I would like to meet grace one day; seems that the lack of awkwardness and me are very far apart. Graceful is not an adjective smoothly applied to the way I move about my life. It is more of a stop, start, back-up, idle, trip and fall kind of thing. I get where I am going eventually; just tend to lose a hub cap or a side view mirror along the way.
I want to stumble across grace, i. e. the disposition to kindness and compassion; that is what I want to trip over one day. I would wager that if grace were a child; she would giggle at my clumsiness and call me by a name different than my own.
Sometimes spirits saturate us to the point of falling down under their fermented weight. I imagine that red tinged Brandy has brought about grace into the world for others to revel in her elegance. Brandy doesn't rile you up like some spirits tend to do.
I sometimes ponder the sound of grace; is it like a rainbow of colors? I know grace has siblings that will grow into words just as precious and loved. The thought of grace makes me smile just thinking on those metaphorical, innocent, big as the sky, blue eyes. Allusions are sometimes the sweetest things.
KB
Gracie - In full splendor; there is no way I would make those eyes smaller.
~Reinhold Niebuhr
Ah; sweet and smiling grace. If grace were a living thing it most surely would be a child; full of smiles and yellow tinted brightness. Arms outstretched towards the sun and sky waving a simple stick as if it were some grand scepter used to ward away pecking, and cowardly birds. Grace would have to be a little girl. Imagine for a minute if grace were to manifest itself as a child; her eyes would have to be so blue they would be like looking into great big pools of dew filled innocence. You would not be able to look into them both at the same time; they would draw your eyes from one to the other and back again, and again, one more time again. The child sized chin would remind you of another's face; you would not be able to remember who it reminded you of; just that it was familiar. You would fumble full of the lack of something; grace maybe, would remind you of an old friend.
I would like to meet grace one day; seems that the lack of awkwardness and me are very far apart. Graceful is not an adjective smoothly applied to the way I move about my life. It is more of a stop, start, back-up, idle, trip and fall kind of thing. I get where I am going eventually; just tend to lose a hub cap or a side view mirror along the way.
I want to stumble across grace, i. e. the disposition to kindness and compassion; that is what I want to trip over one day. I would wager that if grace were a child; she would giggle at my clumsiness and call me by a name different than my own.
Sometimes spirits saturate us to the point of falling down under their fermented weight. I imagine that red tinged Brandy has brought about grace into the world for others to revel in her elegance. Brandy doesn't rile you up like some spirits tend to do.
I sometimes ponder the sound of grace; is it like a rainbow of colors? I know grace has siblings that will grow into words just as precious and loved. The thought of grace makes me smile just thinking on those metaphorical, innocent, big as the sky, blue eyes. Allusions are sometimes the sweetest things.
KB
Gracie - In full splendor; there is no way I would make those eyes smaller.
