A touch of lace graces the garden now,
its airiness bright, despite the dimmed light
of yet another rainy day, as if it were trailing
across a bride’s gown as she glides,
pure of heart and filled with hope and dreams,
down the aisle of a candlelit cathedral.
The sight makes you pause in reverence somehow
for this tender display of faith and joy,
despite the darkness of the world.
Grace is like that, proving, as the poet said,
that the heart has reasons that reason
cannot know.