Friday, 20 February 2015

Lenten poem

For this we strive
this space between worlds
where You and I dwell
sheltered, unafraid
this space bounded by
my own obedience
drawn by love
admitted by grace
 as real as any dimension that I see
I treasure this space
Knowing it is mine
to inhabit
It is mine to desert
No fortress of ritual
or shackle of fear binds me
Freely I come to
Your hard-won, expensive presence.

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