Outer Grace

Oh City battered by greed and need for worthless plastic possessions
City dwellers feverish over everlasting shopping lists
sweaty hands grab at cellophane wrapped toys
a mothers sweetness betrayed by her
barging through aisles.

It is all for the family, for the people that I love.
This frenzy to show the friends
that I think they are nice.

God, that I might hope to offer them instead
a gift that gives for each day after.
A gift unbreakable, that can't be stolen,
that never runs out or fades or gets too tight.

You have poured out grace.
Soaking anyone
in beauty, in forgiveness, in light.

God, from my own saturation, help me to extend
a hand filled with
bite size pieces of grace
amidst delirium.