May It Have Been Grace

Tom Glace

Tom Glace

May it have been grace
which was its beginning
And may it be mercy at last
which will be its ending
For the mystery is Love

As to what lay between
Suffering knew its joys
just as success held tears
Tenderness had its day
loneliness its long night

The view from a peak
is hidden by the clouds
The apple blossoms flow
along the river’s banks
We are water not air

I will not hope to fly
from this life a falcon
I expect rather to swim
as swimming I came in
a steelhead out to sea

“It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery,
but what a savage & beautiful country lies in between.” ~ Diane Ackerman


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to May It Have Been Grace

  1. a fisherman’s reverie

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