The grace of the divine speaks itself into existence
As we wash our clothes, mourn the past, and dine,
As we close our eyes and listen.
The truth sounds familiar from a closer distance,
A pulsating reminder to establish once more
That nothing is meant to last—
The restless mind disrupts.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
The grace of the divine speaks itself into existence
As we wash our clothes, mourn the past, and dine,
As we close our eyes and listen.
The truth sounds familiar from a closer distance,
A pulsating reminder to establish once more
That nothing is meant to last—
The restless mind disrupts.