frisbee & grace in the park

the silent sound of the glowing green disc coming to rest in your hand
your voice muffled in the darkness and deep grass between us
the story of grace in a desperate full out run - grasping
to bridge the failure -
the lack in me...
and the simple act of watching
without shame
so as to accept the gift
of someone trying so very
hard
to connect...
just for this; that my weakest efforts
would end in
joy.
oh this is grace.
i throw with all the best
intentions
towards my God,
the desire to connect...
and as it spirals
out of control,
exposing the great "i can't"
i'm tempted to look away
from the certain foolish end
of my greatest effort.
but He,
runs with the speed of  the light He made,
holding nothing back
as He reaches out...
and
catches it.