for my Graces at Christmastime
One of the visible spirits of Grace in my life,
You offer me always more love than I’ve ever deserved;
With critical eye and kind heart you regard what I do
And judge it all with generosity, always unswerved.
When I go walking the thin ice of hard public scrutiny,
Your hand’s there to steady my paces so I rarely stumble;
With warmth you pick out for me what’s best in work that I do…