Grace (Poem by Alfred K. LaMotte)

Grace (Poem by Alfred K. LaMotte)

Grace poem by Alfred K. LaMotte 


What is Grace
but falling
into the infinite,
returning through
this breath
to the unspeakable
of the heart,
and discovering
that you were always
already here?
A flower opening
at night,
an infant’s smile,
the fragrance of rain
in hay grass
on a Summer morning,
are sacraments
pointing the way
to joy,
every flame-tipped thing
in a ceaseless revelation
to whisper Yes,
you are here.

by Alfred K. LaMotte

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.


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