Grace is Contemplating

Grace is contemplating itself,
As if to ask, 'What am I?'
It contemplates as the coffee mug,
It contemplates as the phone,
It contemplates as an irritable thought,
It contemplates as the night sky,
It contemplates as carpet, curtains and walls,
It contemplates as the light of the room,
It contemplates as the eternal void,
Grace is in perpetual surrender to itself,
And you are that grace!