Absurdity of grace

I wanted to be a floating butterfly

but instead I’m a gavorting hippopotamus,

struggling to dance on land.

A heavy spirit inside a heavier carcass.

The good book tells me

someday I’ll soar in weightless wonder

and music will make me lose all worry.

The gravity of my situation

is lost to the absurd notion of grace.

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