A Taste of Grace

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A Taste of Grace

In the daily chore of nothing
I conspire with air dropping in my hair
I see a litany of activities surrounding a grin I bear
all seemingly waiting for my hands to engage
but I do but drivel in my science of haste
and remain still as I wait for a taste of grace

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah to have no engagements, no responsibilities...to be free to actually do the activities we only want to do...

and yet, even given the chance, we sometimes will not move.

[Mr.Writer]

great job, I love this poem
plz check my book
Thanks!