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