Grace

Grace is when a toddler offers you a “flower”

That is really a dandelion

But suddenly you both see it the same way.

Grace is when you see a mother cat

Successfully carry a kitten in her mouth

Across a busy street

And you see yourself in the kitten

Grace is when you stare at your image

Reflected in a lily pond

And appreciate even the lillies and frogs

And it's all beautiful.

You don't find Grace.

It finds you.