State of Grace
It's as if the simplest of alphabets
took on a lifeline of it's very own
forming a mismatched miniscule pipette
of innocence, insight, wisdom unknown
forcing us to our knees, humble, bent, prone,
and there a soul prays each and every day
speaking to God above, these words to say
I need to find a state of grace dear God,
to draw my life within your light display
to escape every temptation filled fog.
Edward Ibeh contest, Pick a Title
State of Grace
8/17/2020
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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