Contemplating Grace at The Last Inn

A sense of place, you know what I mean?
You can't quite put your finger on it but it feels right like you belong,
something connects deep within saying 'home'.

We've been coming back to this old sailor's pub 'The Last Inn' for a few years now,
we want it to be our local, but we have to wait...........

We have to wait for tides to turn,

for sands to settle,

to reveal new contours of possibility.

At first the waiting room seemed small, cramped and dark, 

a place I did not want to be, yet the longer I sat there in that space, 

the more I became aware of light filtering through. 

 After adjusting my eyes I could see that light 

was illuminating voids where hopelessness had once lain,

  shining down and revealing Hope. 

It was as if the light had been waiting all along 

for the mind's barriers to be dismantled,

now with most of it's notions of darkness dispelled

 expansion could take place.

I read about it recently, 

I'm not sure where, but I think it's true,

it went something like this ~

"in order for Spirit to do it's work a space has to be cleared first  

 to make way for Grace to take root, to grow".