I am in a state of grace.
You cannot mock my shoes, judge my haircut, or indicate disdain when I gargle my words before speaking…all because I am in a constant state of grace.
No collective finger of shame can push me off balance or cause me to falter at the center, for I am in an amazing state of grace.
I have feasted on redemption cake for breakfast, followed by a farewell kiss from you.
My state of grace grows infinite.
As I put on my hat full of hallelujah, I pet salvation’s loyal head as he sleeps by the door, already anticipating my victorious return.
Full of cake, kiss, and charisma, I head on out, a born-again hero in an ordinary world.