Grace seems unwarranted, the caprice of the gods, or the mercy of God, yet it is the restoration of ourselves to the movement of a thought, the flutter of a wing, to an immanent intuition when expression and insight are one. Grace is the light between events revealing our invisible awareness in space and time through sound and movement. It reveals “who” we are without watching ourselves be. When at ease with and we affirm life purely we drop paraphrase for poetry, forsake the normal for the unique, our thoughts spread like pond ripples to sail a lotus past sorrow. Grace is kindness’ answer to self-interest and intrigue, nature’s breath when spirit incarnates as body. Grace speaks within a whisper of a song.