Note: Some poetry from 2021-2022 are unlisted in the Index of Titles.

Monday, September 28, 2020

His yoke is easy

His yoke is easy                                                                                         
 
It was once my habit to find myself always guilty
while never quite owning up to just who I am.
 
Now I answer only to the all-forgiving One.
I lived in fear no one could love me as I am.
 
Then I became a lover of the Essence of Love,
Who cannot do otherwise.  Shamed repeatedly
 
by my imperfections, now I serve the Perfect One
Who declares He and I are one. 
 
How I respond these latter days    
to the travails of life, signals to me clearly
 
who I am at the moment serving –
my small, frightened self or my merciful Lord.
 
O child of God, His yoke is easy
and His burden is light.

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