In my youth I assembled
the great puzzle of the universe,
God being the only left out piece
which was fine with me.
It felt like freedom, yet fear
lurked in the interstices
and I was soon sick with it:
afraid
of freedom; afraid of myself.
My universe now long since broken into rubble,
it was grace that led me through;
a life of grace I in no way deserved
nor understood at the time
and yet now I ask for more – instructed
to ask for nothing, I ask God for more –
the grace of being the Source of grace,
forever free and no longer afraid.
O child of God, annihilation in Union
is the only refuge. Your self is made of fear.
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