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A marvelous mystery
the eternal embrace
always there
enfolding
infusing
Take me as I am.
Lead me on.
Lead me on
through the night of mystery
into the morning song.
What would happen if
I took my heavy insecurities
and slashed them into pieces
sewing them back together
into a lightweight, carefree cardigan?
I don’t want
all the answers
for what if the answers
are wrong?
More and more and then some more
is nothing more than more.
More is rarely better.
More is simply more.
I walk along the wooded path
that leads to a sacred spot
flooded with the past,
drenched in the present,
and spilling over into the future.
If the shadow
is not seen
when the light
is shining
half of what is shown
goes missing.
The worshipers welcomed the stranger.
Then hatred wearing a racist robe
tore through the house of God.
