This piece arose during a recent conversation with some dear friends.
When tangles untangle themselves
When pain reveals daily its joys
When enemies are as valued as friends
When knives are tools and guns are toys
What room is there for me to say
I want more structure in my life
More certainty, less ambiguity
Less walking on the edge of the knife
For Grace visits at every bend
Lighting my path with compassion
She asks nothing of me in turn,
Not even faith; I am the One.
When pain reveals daily its joys
When enemies are as valued as friends
When knives are tools and guns are toys
What room is there for me to say
I want more structure in my life
More certainty, less ambiguity
Less walking on the edge of the knife
For Grace visits at every bend
Lighting my path with compassion
She asks nothing of me in turn,
Not even faith; I am the One.
