Puddles of Grace

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There is grace to be found,
In the waters on my street,
Flowing in and around,
From the sound and sea,
Like God,
They come to the door,
Whose night time winds,
Knock for me,
Seeking an answer,
To prayers for this place,
In muddled puddles,
Of Divine Grace.

–Richard Bryant

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