Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all
the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way
through the streets of the universe, flinging the sweetness of its cassations
to every window, pounding at every door in a hilarity beyond all liking and
happening, until the prodigals come out
at last and dance, and the elder brothers finally take their fingers out of
their ears.”
Robert Farrar Capon, Between Noon & Three: Romance, Law & the
Outrage of Grace
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whatever happened
to grace
that powerful
child of Love that should make us
sing to the
heavens,
dance with light
feet
open our hearts
our minds
our arms
whatever happened
to grace
which should free
us from our chains
those we forge
ourselves
our of fear and
heat
greed and a lust
for power
how is it those
who take the name
of the one who
lived grace
and revealed Love
have become those
trudging through life
weighed down
bowed over
closed and rigid
excluding, judging
oppressing,
minimizing?
we should be
assailing the world
with laughter and
joy
with love,
generosity and compassion
drawing all in
to the vortex of
the Sacred
the perichoresis
the whirling
dynamic dance of Love
grace is “a
floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe,
flinging the
sweetness of its cassations to every window,
pounding at every
door in a hilarity
beyond all liking
and happening, “
until those
unloved and unlovable
until those who
are fearful and lost
oppressed by
sorry
brutalized by
guilt
catch the joy
and come out at
last and dance,
and those who are
stuck and tired
carrying the
weight of their own salvation
self burdened
and burdening
join in
Whatever happened
to grace?
It is still here
As near as our
breath
As near as a
heart
open
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