Sometimes minor repairs
turn into major upkeep
That happened here just
now and you noticed
Grace came cloaked,
hiding as a hindrance
The disturbance was not
of the holy but of the wallet
You got the bill for furnace
repair and lost your balance
You recovered well, offering
tea to the unfamiliar face
You were glad when
the gift was turned down
Then you recalled what
Hayes said years ago
If money can fix a thing
it's not a real problem
Your shame ushers in
the grace, the hush
