These are words we know
But too often we forget
And then forget that we have
forgotten
From the beginning of time
Love was woven into the fabrics of
humanity
This is a gifted awareness poets
share with us
We are so mesmerized with eternal
voice and expectations of others
We burry the inner voice of God’s
word
Under a mound of preoccupation
If we trust in the intimacy of
God’s loving presence
Then we need only to pay attention
Because his grace is sufficient for
us
Power is made perfect in weakness
Imperfection becomes a grace
If it binds us to God and humanity
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