Unexpected, Unbelievable, Unbounded Grace

The prompt this past week from Poetic Asides was to write a poem about something "unexpected." As I get ready to leave to care for my mother recovering from open heart surgery, I have been praying a lot for grace - grace for me and grace from me. This is my prayer:

Unexpected, Unbelievable, Unbounded Grace

I am praying for compassion –
not for me but from me.
I simply need grace –

unexpected,
unbelievable,
unbounded grace.

Grace that will drip from my
fingers, ooze from my pores,
shake loose from my hair.

Grace that will turn hard words,
brittle as old-lady bones slipping
like shards between my teeth,

into words that are true but
kind, words that are holy yet
humble, words that will rest

on others like dew in the morning.
I ask for Daily Bread, yes. But more –
I ask for these hands that will bake it

to be gentle and steady, cupped full
of peace and joy – each morning, but
each hour and minute and second, too.

Your will be done and please forgive
my debts – but only as I find grace to
forgive those indebted to me. Place

in my path no temptations – of self-pity
or anger or pride. Deliver me from the
Evil One. But first save me from myself.