Grace is expressed in every lifting wing,
In arching step of fawn through brookside ferns,
In curve of ocean wave with upward fling,
And in the lilt of words a poet turns.
But grace of thought is much more beautiful
And meaningful than simple rhythmic sway;
It shines out in the spirit's miracle—
A heart that sings upon a cloudy day.
I saw it glow the night I overheard
A strong man say in true humility,
"Forgive me for the hasty, arrowed word
That held a barb of sharp hostility."
Grace is the cadenced energy of Soul
That tunes the world to one harmonious whole.
