In the line-up looking for Grace,
I found her carrying the suitcase full of money
(the check in the mail).
I saw her carrying the small bundle tightly swaddled
(and sleeping peacefully in the nursery).
I spotted her hand-in-hand with the love of my life
(and kissing the bride on my wedding day).
But when I was looking for Grace, God,
somebody pointed to the rain and the flood,
and said I should see her there.
But where, God, where is she?
And then I was searching for her on Google, Lord,
when her name appeared in the obituary.
But God, I’m confused, is she there?
So this made me wonder –
does Grace play in the unwanted rain?
Is she lying quietly in the nursing home bed?
Did I miss her in the back left pew of the church,
where she mumbled under her breath and stunk up the whole place?
In the line-up to identify Grace,
let my eyes be your eyes, God,
that I may see what you see.
© Amy Persons Parkes 2011
Written as part of the final project for the Two Year Academy of Spiritual Formation #30