Sea of Grace

What is grace
if it is not understanding
that an ant works so hard
to carry one grain of wheat
for a mile and then dies?

What is understanding
if it is not looking
into a still pool of water
and seeing not only your own reflection
but the reflection of every ONE?

What is seeing
if you walk past the grasshopper,
still and camouflaged in the dry summer grass,
and never know his song?

And what is walking
if you never feel your roots
sigh
with the impact of each
blissful step?

Looking, but not seeing,
Hearing, but not understanding,
Drowning in a
sea of Grace
never acknowledged.

11/2/04