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