"inevitable grace..."

"inevitable grace..."
- Wm.Wordsworth

the promise of
inevitable grace
is  the voice of divinity,
speaking
to
humanity...

in a
language so
ancient and pure
that
the earth melts,
clouds part,
and
men
kneel, bending their heads...
waiting to hear
its music

because within the shelter of
its primal promise
there is
a sure,
sweet,
reliable
peace...

and
it comes
as
grace...

amazing
inevitable
grace...

it comes unbidden
to the heart
that
seeks
redemption,
forgiveness,
peace...

it comes on
the wings of mercy

it comes in
on soft footsteps,
through the storm...

unbattered by waves of fear or
douubt,
unmoved by cold
indifference or disdain...

it comes
unrushed...

bourne on
the gentle currents of
humility and
hope...

it comes to the
mother,
the child,
the king and the
servant,
the sage and the
simple...

it come without
trumpets or
fanfare...

it comes in the quiet blue of
morning...

it comes when the inner
sky is hushed with
the wonder of a day's awakening,
and the only sound is
the coo of a dove...

it comes with a touch so
tender that
we stand in
absolute
stillness
waiting
for more...

it comes and whispers
"you are mine..."

it always comes

inevitable and
reliable...

it comes as the
silent utterance of
Love...

grace...