Heidi Viars

How often do I empty the ordinary of its grandeur –
Toss the light of creation power into the darkness of my ignorance
How often do I mistake the moon and the stars for dust and decay –
Replace the grace of God with happenstance

But grace – makes the entire universe land, again and again,
In specks of dust in my day.
Pours unending light through the cracks of a galaxy at night
Soaks my small understanding with longing
Makes me look, over and over, for the truth

Grace – makes one word take wing
Gives value to the spoken dust of my thoughts
Fills one single soul with an image so large
I cannot fathom its value.