Fount of Grace

Well I don’t know if I’ve far to go “from here to a state of grace;”
but I know one force that’ll hold the course – it’s in my lover’s face

There’re some who sneer from a heart of fear that most all I do is sin;
but if my path had me bound for wrath then I’d go there with a grin,

No God I’d serve would e’er observe my loves with such disdain,
or cast us down with a woeful frown or call our joys profane.

But if I’m right, if I died tonight, then the next thing that I’d see
is a table laid in the dappled shade where the food and drink flow free,

And everyone who has ever loved — a person, a pet, a toy —
is there tonight, and the fire is bright with every kind of joy.

For the path to grace is in my loves’ face and — sie tells me — in my own.
For God is grace, and love, and faith, and all God’s love is known

in our broken hearts and our human arts and the drive we have to know,
in the joy we take in the love we make and the will we have to grow.

So come with me where the dancing’s free and the music’s deep and broad,
and every face is a fount of grace and our loves are the face of God.

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Fount of Grace

Once —

In the beginning
  There was
    Silence
Mother of words;

In the beginning
  There was
    Void
Mother of being.

In the beginning
  There was
    Loneliness.

And into the loneliness
  Void
    Silence
      came dancing

-- not joy,  but
The hope of joy,

The mad risk of it,

As silence and void and loneliness
  came together --
      touched --
            began dancing --

And like drops of sweat that fly
  when we dance hard and hot

Came flying --

Is 

  and

Want

and then --
  O then --

Joy --

Firework bursts of being
pulled along together
Until --

Light!


And falling into --
  Out of --
    Through --

Void --
  Silence --
    Solitude --

Becoming!

  Laughing
    Weeping
      Singing
        Screaming
       Dancing
     Crying
   Being --

Still
  Whirling
    Born
      Dying
        Seeking
      Failing
    Finding
      Flailing
        Us:

Stardust and math --
  nothing --
    is!

  Eating, eaten,
    Seen and hidden,
  Light and shadow,
    Loving, fearing, 
      needing --

Hoping
  Hurting
    Wanting
      Lost
    Striving
        Living

Broken

to be


Whole.
Once —