Though Grace Abounds

—for Eve

Though grace abounds,
floats in earth’s swirling dust,

sparkling like golden stars,
when sunlight rushes through

an open door and falls onto
a wooden staircase,

and though angels ride
through this God-filled air,

I often let happiness enter
my own heart in guarded

reception through a curtained
window and, even then,

only in level teaspoonfuls.

LOL Saturday