Where Grace Finds Me

Sometimes I say or think “I don’t know” 

in a kind of sing-songy defeated way.  

It is a mini-mantra when things just don’t add up.  

So I pull in my emotional shingle and 

close my shutters to a bewildering world.  

Maybe I sit in a semi-comfortable chair 

in a dark room and pretend I am not home. 

The knockers and peekers circle but

they cannot find me in my secret space.

It seems Grace finds me most readily here.

I sit and wait in silence to allow wisdom to

discover me, like a dove alighting on my hand.

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