Can there be grace in our distress?
When age has robbed us of beauty and utility;
when, bed-ridden and soul-sick,
we wait wearily for our curtain call?
An aging population,
artificially enabled to surpass four-score and twenty,
show sure signs of grace in ways that are
Witness the joy – the softened expression
when the cool cloth is applied to the fever-fouled flesh.
relief and gratitude at a damp sponge, applied with tender care.
When the days are measured by small sips of water –
short bursts of deep sleep –
small immeasurable acts of kindness and caring –
grace is found and fed and fashioned
in gentle, subtle, sincere ways.
Grace need not be gilt-edged or trimmed with lace
to be Biblical in its
Thorburn – Holy Week – 2010