There are moments
Rare, fleeting, oh so very precious
When my being
Is suffused with Your Grace

Your Grace envelops me
Constricts me
Cuts off my very breath
Oh how sweet is that breathlessness

Like a tidal wave
Your Grace sweeps into my being
In that brief moment
I feel eternity
I feel You
You
Only You
I feel weightless
My sense of self suspended
Blissfully oblivious to all
But You

As with the surge of a tidal wave
The toxicity within me
Anxiety, fear, pettiness, selfishness
All that distances me from You
Is swept out
Like so much flotsam
I am cleansed
I am whole

Alas!
The moment of Grace passes
And I am left empty
Yearning
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
To be swept up again