Unseen Grace Poem by Mark Heathcote

A crystal pointing skyward in heavenly darkness
may have no more regal splendour than you
or I, but even in this cavernous, empty heart 
It's difficult; it's profoundly difficult for me
to believe that somehow stupendous sunlight 
suspended hasn't shone on its iridescent face.
It's almost unbelievable for me to fathom.
It hasn't been cherished with loving sweetness.
It hasn't been blessed by some unseen grace.