It's All

It's all God's grace
and what we do with it,
there's nothing else.

Silvery morning mists wreathe
wind-scoured mountaintops.

Sun sparkles, dancing
across blue ocean waters.

A friend smiles.
An infant cries.
God's grace.

Embrace it and walk
away confident in Love.

Turn away or twist it into
darkness, fear and pain.

The choice has
always been there, but

it's all God's grace
and what we do with it,
there's nothing else.

by Carolyn Boyle

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