Cerebral Grace-Flashes

What are these mass of thoughts?

That loom in on me.

Just recently.

They unearth the wisdom of the Divine.....the whispers of the Master.

He bestows upon those who seek.

The child-like meek.

And again I am humbled.

I grovel, dirt with face I shovel.

To seek the One, who first sought me.

The colors so vivid, the prospects of grace.

How I rest. How I rest.