In Grace, Walking

by Christine Laws

Green reclines between fire and ice;
I scatter grass in a stream of sun-warmed water.
My friend’s careful fingers linger, caressing greenness.
Light surprises darkened eyes;
He understands the color of life—a slice.

Spring joy blooming, I coax my awakening friend
To join me in this celestial stream called Grace.
He takes that first wet step and, satisfied, stops.
I urge him on, and we walk in warmth—
In Grace to the other side at water’s end.

Christine Laws writes and edits from her home in northern Maine—a quiet place where she can revel in God’s grace, His wonders, and words. She blogs at

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