Just when he started feeling sorry
for himself and the resentments
began to simmer before the
eventual boil,
two really wonderful, serendipitous,
seemingly synchronistic things
happened to make his knee-
jerk reaction recoil.
Once again, being caught by surprise,
he thought how much his life
is a life unwise not realizing
grace comes without toil.
It’s a gift, stupid, he said to himself
and in this case two. And then he
thought, grace is a gift of a
garden growing in fertile soil.