This poem is about God's grace - a challenging theme to capture in words! Grace A woman, weeping, crumpled on the floor, trapped in the impenetrable prison of her own, imperfect life – the bars are not steel, the walls are not high or covered with brutal barbed wire, but her prison is real. Grace, yet undiscovered. A man, wheeling and dealing in the business world, making his mark in millions on the world rich list, the picture of worldly success, locks up his multiplex of offices, slopes home, alone, to an immaculate, soulless, house, where photos of his family are all he has left to remind him he was once much richer. Grace, yet unacknowledged. The pensioner, stopping each evening to pour herself drink after drink, to numb the pain that pierces as she caresses the framed photograph. of her late husband in her wrinkled hands, remembering the joys and regrets, wondering how she’ll go o