Failing Grace

The dark wood, its grain barely illuminated by
the stained-glass shafts, invites introspection,
the fear of failing, flailing: “Wait!
I am not ready,” but
it consumed me anyway,
half-baked.

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One Response to Failing Grace

  1. This is great. I wrote something about wood just the other day. I don’t fear falling though.
    http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com

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