Grace By Bob Mason

My poetry emerges from questions I've been thinking about, struggles I'm engaged in, or some special way in which Divine hope has overtaken me. This poem is titled, "Grace."

The truly great divide
Input and outcome,
Past and future.
Record and status.

Broken, I stand.
Soiled, I gleam.
Dead, I live.

Bob Mason writes from northern California. All rights reserved © 2012 Click here for content usage information.