Two images. Two bookmarks. I wish I could show you how my struggling eyes have trained me to yet see. Then, should you ever need to know what grace is, you would know.

Some would see blurred leaves. My eyes had to close dazzled by such intense sunlight bursting through their colors. Illumination.

Three Sandhill Cranes lift from the earth. Without sight I pointed towards their cry and clicked. Faith.

I may not have eyesight, but, neither do leaves and flowers. They turn towards the warmth and follow the sun. Grace.