Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
At dawn the night
loses all its grip;
neither the room nor the street
even remembers
how dark you were, how blind.
Come into a clearing,
light poured into it,
pressed down, spilling over.
Feel a gate open inside you.
Something like scales fell from his eyes
You were worried about
all the wrong things,
what you would owe,
what you would look like,
which lane to shoot.
The best dangers passed by you
unnoticed.
We crossed on dry ground
Come back to those
who knew you at your worst
and see if they don’t still
love you.
Once we broke all the dishes,
we tasted the food.
Behold, I am doing…
You can’t imagine how deeply
you hurt her, how deeply
she forgave you without
your knowing.
Thou hast loosed my bonds
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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com
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