Blurb 21st May 2019

there are days against which
no war can be made,
the sky dances like fire,
the hills are alive with colour,
and everything is Grace.
even death’s cool grip
seems much less cold,
you know its icy fingers, slick,
have no eternal hold,
and possibilities abound,
for every door, shut firmly,
now is found,
open to a dazzling redesign
of time and space.

all you need are open hands,
and a thankful heart
to let the truth sink in,
to weave this new awareness
through your bones
in response to Him,
and teach your lungs
a new song in new tones,
so that on some future hopeless day,
you have it in your memory to recall,
that everything is Grace,
and Grace is all.

Mark Day