We Walk in Grace

We walk in grace

omnipresent as the air,

though we are unaware

and live in dreams of exile.

We think that heaven is some other place

and the garden is no more.

We pay the cost of seeming separation

All the while being held in grace

along with all creation.

And though we dream we are in exile,

now and then we get a glimpse of home,

when mind clouds part to reveal the inner sun,

the heart lays down it’s shield of fear

and risks the opening to the other one.

We walk in grace

whatever road we seem to travel.

We are looking for the garden

 and no matter how we search or where and how we go

we are always going home.