The Holy Net of Grace


trapese artists


A recurring image in my life has made another appearance in my consciousness lately.  I am a trapeze artist in the circus that is my life, thinking that I have one simple goal:  to get to the other side.  Accomplishing that goal necessitates leaving the bar behind, even though I may, and often do, fall into the space between.  Over the years I’ve learned that the space is not such a formidable place.  The goal is to release the bar and make a home in the space between.


We stand on life’s platform
like trapeze artists
poised to spring:

hands sweaty
brows clammy
hearts hammering

peering into the space
between the bars.

An illusory Siren,
Safety lures us to the other side
with sweet songs of comfort and security
while the holy net of grace
waits for the free fall
into possibility.

© rita h kowats 2014






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10 thoughts on “The Holy Net of Grace

    • I like it too. When I think of possibillity I recall a spiritual guide long ago looking off into mystical space saying, “Rather than focus on what’s threatening to strangle you, why not focus on what’s struggling to be born?” It makes me chuckle to envison his ever so enigmatic expression.

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