Saturday, February 28, 2015

Your illusory grudges

Your illusory grudges                                                                            

The escaped prisoner took a hostage;
demanded a pardon for her ransom. 

Despite blood-stained hands,
he remained sure of his innocence. 

But he fell in love with his captive,
placed the pistol in her hand,

knelt before her and surrendered.
Whatever you think is just, he whispered.

Those stolen hours in her presence enough, 
enough, the justification of his imprisonment;

his surrender suddenly worth more than liberation,
vindication, absolution, the future triumph.

O child of God, renounce your illusory grudges
and receive the immediate wonderment of God.

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