So much is happening Beneath the surface. Undercurrents. Grace that sustains. If you hold this moment Gently and with love, Listening curiously, Your attention expanded way out. You can feel them. Undercurrents of grace. The trees know them And share them happily. Birds harmonize with them, As insects mimic our disruption. Wind is the closest reflection, Maybe, with the help of the grass. Every moment grace sustains Whether you notice or not. Maybe it’s time to Dig yourself a well?
