Analysis of Excessive Grace

There is a graceful energy in things
In all things waits some future force
Some lingering trace of unused life
Some great, excessive grace
There is no particle so small, so lean
That will not start or feed some fire
Fuel at need some seen or unseen motion

Things expend their energy in may ways
Shine, combine, disband, expand, explode
Or slowly stoke some muted flame
To warm some curling corner of the world
However tiny, yet whatever form it takes
The trait we share with all, aware or not

Within this universe, at any rate
Is that however great or small, in each
The quick, the dead, the never-living thing
There lies some primal fact
A potency, a prophecy, a final fate
A fundamental act that only waits upon occasion

Every substance is a seed
However long, however lowly its eventual germination
It will flower slowly in its own good time
And be assured that everything that is or was or will be
Will have gathered all its grace
Have rooted deep, matured and put forth all its blossoms, when
Someday, someplace, for good, existence slowly, softly, finally falls asleep