Grace and Healing

I once asked of the wind
as it moved the leaves of the tree,
Who makes these changes?

Receiving no reply, at least
not one I could understand,
I turned to the chair in the courtyard.

I heard, Only the devout sit here.
Surely they are the only ones to know
that grace came to forgive.

And then, from everywhere,
grace upon grace,
to forgive again,
and to be healed, again.