Grace

I saw faith in the morning – she stood in the middle of a bakery with gravity around her, and I wondered, ‘do I deserve this morning’ because no reason could account for the fact that I was still alive. The loaves of bread were arranged in rows on trays, unoriginal, pregnant and mundane, and I was filled with the love that comes from gratitude, when she smiled because I knew we were forgiven.

5/21/2005