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.