! In The Steps Of Rumi 81: Grace

M Michael Shepherd
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You see the word ‘grace’. It’s just a word. You don’t use it, don’t really know how to think of it; whether it’s real, what it does, whether you’d notice it somewhere. That’s OK. So, are you missing anything? Make it quick, I’m busy… Right. Think of appetite. That feeling in the stomach that it’s high time. Mm, maybe something’s going on in the kitchen; smells good. Everything on the table looks good enough to eat… this pear: so perfectly ripe, the juice running down your wrist yet even more of it contained. It’s almost too good to eat.. quick, stop the camera right there: subliminally, one single frame: grace. Animal appetite, observed by human, divinely created. Remember it. Grace. In some languages, the same word for the gift of it, and for thanks. Gracias, amigo.. Deo gratia.. that’s gifts from God, not of God. Or, thanks to God. Does that matter, when it’s matter? Possibly. Beautiful, isn’t it? Graceful.

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