An Intimate Conversation
May I serve
whatever the capacity --
and not be dissuade;
God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion
knowing no color
knowing no shades
nor party of affiliation
may I nurse humbly, soothing
and healing, while bearing the
stigmata of love --
For Christ-like is a cleanser,
a shredder of sin --
a star of radiance, a moonbeam of
warmth, a sun rejoicing in the
projection of Divine Light
Though tents of shadows
riotous they abound
let not your heart fail
to make the short step…
though the chains rattle
and cuffs’ metal dig in,
no one who moves in
the direction of our Lord,
in good faith, will find
a path more brighter, spiritually uplifting,
for Truth swings wide open Heaven’s door
to even one from grace seemingly fallen
Amen
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