What are these Luxuries of Grace? What are these luxuries? Are they superfluous, unnecessary, bourgeois deceits, or are they great gifts beyond deservance, beyond measure; extravagantly simple blessings upon life? What is this grace? Is it the elegant hand of love that transcends reason and measure, bringing the whole of the universe to the very edge where now we sit, presenting the world in all its glory through every grasp of life, the trembling leaves of a whisper tree, the enigmatic shadows that fall upon the dale beneath the bridge, the invisible songs of autumn that sing from upper limbs, cold rippling waters drumming the stones that carve the river bed, This warmth where the sun falls, this breath of crystal air, humongous untouched trees looming over their shadows, minuscule hummingbirds on the cusp of nectar's tongue, dogs at play with the shadows of creation, berries along the path of friendship, a kite's own wind and the very sound of your name – all – magic – all – luxuries – all blessed. Grace. ! Copyright 2007, Tom Radzienda !