The Lord of Mercy
is wielding His sword,
deflating my
pretensions, exposing my duplicity,
pointing out
irrefutably what a villain
I am, have been,
ever will be.
Behind these
whitewashed walls,
my egregious sins
are buried in the backyard,
disowned and
denied even to myself.
The reflection in
His unsheathed sword
reveals myself to
me. He allows no turning aside.
And thus I am nearer
to His grace and expertise –
the only Way there
is to deconstruct this sad contradiction,
get me whittled
down to the one worthy purpose
for which and for
Whom I was created –
to serve my Lord,
a slave of His love.
O child of God,
fear not His honest blade
slicing through
the bindings of Maya.
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