Gathering Grace

From an article by Barbara Mahany in Spirituality and Health, online

Gathering grace wherever it falls.  Grace doesn't come at you, blinking, beeping or flashing bright lights... it comes, pure and simple.  Like:

Cinnamon toast, with raisins, slathered with butter, topped with cinnamon sugar on a plate shared with a pear- sliced and juicy.

The light of an October sun touching the last dying petals of a Black-eyed Susan.

The moon coming out from behind a cloud in the night sky as you take out the trash.

Stepping outside after a thunderstorm to smell the rain and dirt and hear a wood thrush singing in your own backyard.

Grace descends on us--wraps us up--feeds us.  Be filled, it urges.  Take heart, it commands.  The world is more than you know, more than you see.  There is a layer of beauty, truth and infinite wisdom.  It's name is grace.  Gather it greedily.  Its there for the ones who believe--its there for the ones who barely remember.