I see Your Grace

 

I See Your Grace

 

I see Your Grace

in every tiny jay,

or magpie on the roof,

diving away.

 

The choreographer

is NEB, the Mother,

of this great Universe,

of Christ, our Brother!

 

The dance so pure,

in all Beauty’s might,

of all these masters

of the flight, in sight!

 

In every falcon high,

I see Your Grace,

and Love, and Blessings, poor

upon man’s race!

 

For Mighty Grace

no dove or jay too small,

to bring Your Love

to this Tiny Dot Ball.

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Butterflies

.

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.

 

 

 

 

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