Saturday, October 30, 2010

Coming Late to Grace

Unseen and unrecognized,
Grace always come through
and I see it
only afterwards
with the certainty
of the one who's read
the ending
of the book


Anonymous said...

yes, we recognize it most often in hindsight - loved how your poem put it...

Dymphna said...


TACParent said...

You know, I think to myself ... maybe if I read the back of the book or the inside sleeve I'd save myself some suffering. ; ) Great analogy.

Linda S. Socha said...

I like this one! You definitely have a way with words! :>)

Dymphna said...

I know! All my life I look back and see how Grace worked but its so hard to see it at the time.

jerry d. said...

Just came across you poetry and like it very much. It has a lot of inner feeling and flow. I read it as if I hear it being read. I write and post on Blogger also. Nice ink.
jerry d.

Dymphna said...

Thanks so much, Jerry!

ChimpChamp said...

I'm glad I found your site and plan on reading your words. If you come back, check out some of my work. I'd appreciate the feedback :)

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