It surrounds us, like the mist of the morning
Gentle, enveloping, yet a choice to see
A choice to use, the tender word
The freeing hug, the gentle urging
It is truly ours to grasp, yet like the mist
We find we cannot always, we miss
The mark, hold onto the shore, the edge
Hold onto all which seems more solid
Because grace slips away silently
Like the Spirit that gives it, so don't
Miss it, try to grasp its flowing
You will find a freedom in the joining