On Sunday October 8, I fell from grace brought low by a rising sidewalk — an angel appeared in an SUV and ferried me to Mercy – the green-garbed staff peering deep inside, said – No doubt, you’re broken – but by the grace within our hands, we’ll fix you. They laid me out on a cross-shaped table – hammers, plates, screws, and pins – sent me on a drip-line trip – when I returned – Tada! I’m mended.
Go now, they said, and walk with grace – beware – the streets are paved with inattention .
Humbly, I vowed to watch my step – murmuring Merci, Merci, Merci.