“His Grace” And Angels they speak to me In the quiet of my mind Whispering sacred truths Of a world we’ve left behind We’ve become a hurried race Forgetting nursery rhymes If we choose not to seek It’s impossible to find Fear has become a weapon Violence manifested The way of the Peaceful Warrior Is continually molested… As I search for some light In such a dark existence I am met with lies And a barrage of resistance So Angels can you tell me What is to become of this place? Where is the love, the laughter, and the promise of His Grace? -- Sheri Booth