THE UNSEEN RICHES OF GRACE

> THE UNSEEN RICHES OF GRACE

There is a wealth that does not shine,

no coin, no crown, no guarded gate—

it walks the earth in quiet form,

unnoticed by the eyes of haste.

It does not gather to itself,

nor boast of what it holds secure;

it gives, and in the giving lives—

a hidden life, a life made pure.

We chased the gold that glitters loud,

we built our towers, named our gain,

yet found within the richest rooms

a subtle hunger, still the same.

For what is held can slip away,

what is praised can fade with time,

but grace does not depend on hands—

it moves beyond what we define.

It meets the soul in broken hours,

in places stripped of borrowed light,

where nothing left can be defended,

and truth stands bare before the night.

There—without price, without demand—

it enters not as earned reward,

but as a gift the heart receives

when it no longer claims its own.

A mercy rising without cause,

a love that does not calculate,

a quiet strength that does not shout,

yet outlasts all that we create.

This is the treasure none can steal,

no loss can touch, no power contain—

the unseen riches of a grace

that turns our emptiness to gain.

And those who find it do not boast,

for it was never theirs to own—

they simply live as vessels shaped

by what was freely given, known. 

Steven G. Lee 

April 30, 2026