A Slice of Grace

My friend said,

“I think I’ll cut myself a slice of grace…”

and I thought, “What would grace taste like?”

Sour cherry pie?

Buckwheat pancakes?

Eggs and bacon?

Tuna salad?

Single malt scotch?

and then I thought, “What would grace smell like?”

Petrichor?

Sagebrush?

Granite?

Baking bread?

Coffee?

Oh, and then there’s this question— “What would grace sound like?

Wild geese overhead?

Friendly laughter?

Wind in the pines?

Meadowlarks?

Fire crackling?

Last but not least, “What would grace look like?

Sunset from the freeway?

Birds in the bird feeder?

A sleeping dog?

Falling snow under the porch light?

Moonlight on a mountainside?

A familiar face?