Empty your heart of
everything
of which you are not certain, said
my Lord.
Then, you will find Me there.
True faith, apparently, comes
as a last resort,
resounding in the dark alley
you’ve been chased down,
even as you pledged over your
shoulder
the undying quality of your
faithless love.
It matters little how you got
there.
It’s all grace from here on
out
as you see that it was always
grace,
a sea of grace, where you
will be swept along
by the tides until you drown.
O child of God, do you really
want
the fate of your soul to be
left in your own hands?
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