When I was bedevilled by rules, I hated it,
year after year, the forty-day reminder of
how sorely I was disappointing God.
But in my current practice, there is
suppleness, there is ample breathing room
for Grace, and for her soul-embracing Light.
The Spirit is no longer being strangled
by the iron hands of Obligation & Prohibition;
rather: Faith lives, Hope shines, Love flourishes.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2021-03-11 at 07:34
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