Beauty in Imperfection

Last September,
before our move to Vancouver,
one of my sisters got married.

It was at a beautifully relaxed golf reserve
in the heart of South Carolina
with Spanish moss hanging from
the grand old trees

The vows came—
and for thirty seconds,
as they made their promises
in the presence of god,
rain sprinkled down
ever so gently
from the heavens above

And I couldn't help but see how grace
—a gift of Reality burgeoning forth— 
 is always there
if we ask for it.

Grace is there in our pretense
and its always from the author of life alone.