My grace is sufficient

My grace is sufficient, He said

In the midst of whirling nights and roller coaster days

Every hard chased minute

Has sixty seconds of uncertain deadlines

Red warnings of jobs unfulfilled

Split second hits and near second misses

Waves of billowing emotions

Cascade over kaleidoscopic networks

Emblazoning

Faces and canvases with

Colors that glow in the dark

Unmet intentions

Scrabble at strained doorways

That opened too late

Or shut too early

Tasks juggle in disordered array

Orbiting the scrambled day with

Arcs of uncertain trajectory

But the all sustained vapor

Has a permeation of grace

Freezing the mayhem

Into crystal drops of disordered purpose

An amazing canvas of salvation

Visible only through a grace glazed lens

Breathe

In slow motion

Sufficiency

A post script itinerary

Only if authored by the scripter of time

His grace, not mine

The arbiter, of eternity, His time deciding mine