In a local pub, one man shouted to me
‘There but for the grace of god, go I!’
and pointed at Andrew. Consider the phrase
– ‘grace
of god’ – invoking art and truth,
commitment:
how beauty and love express through
skill and difference, novelty.
Statesmanlike
- it seemed
important not to invade an African country
or blame the boss, or thump that man, or
scream,
because good beer and band were flowing;
bodies
hopping. Boy I was mad!!
Grace
holds hands, nods,
including men and women, singing, stars,
and barmaids dancing angels pulling pints.
Andrew smiled and led the effervescent hugs
and bops;
thanks to the grace of god.
