So Wrong

Most worldly wisdom

Declares that you cannot change,

And it is so wrong.

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Living Here

Seated in tears,

Away from all ears

In this sacred place

I let go to waste.

How could I know?

How else could I grow?

Yet still I do yearn

For the chance to re-learn.

From myself I stole

With my lack of control.

Blinded by pain,

Only now is that plain.

Yet I wouldn’t trade

All the progress I made,

Or the ones who sustained

My soul, and remained.

I’ll just have to let

My past hold regret,

For I need my hands clear

To live and love here.

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Ev’ry Tongue

Your story isn’t mine,

But I think that is fine.

I say God speaks in ev’ry tongue,

Those near and far; the old and young;

The atheist and Hindu, too;

Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew;

With each, I feel a grace is shared

And aspects of the Truth are bared.

I feel there’s much we all could learn

If everyone could have their turn.

If we make space for all to live,

We also grant that all may give.

This doesn’t mean we will agree,

Or that all is futility.

It is, however, best that we

Allow for everyone to Be.

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New Course

It’s possible to change,

Re-think and re-arrange.

Many say that it is not,

But I think they’re a rotten lot,

Scared to finally admit

That no excuses can permit

Our bland refusal to make new

Our Souls, our Selves; So just a few

Brave persons risk the glance within,

Acknowledging whatever sin

Has led them to this place of thought,

And all the baggage they have brought.

One by one, the steps increase,

Few by few, their errors cease.

Repentance is a spiraled track,

With some steps forward, others back.

As long as one is on the move,

I think that Christ indeed approves.

So do not listen when they say,

“You’ll never outrun yesterday.”

Leave others to their judgments cold,

And strike a new course, scared but bold.

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Silent Place

A silent place to calm my head,

Empty pews with nothing said.

The only light from votives bright,

That center me in thought tonight.

In silence, I can hear the sound

Of countless saints gathering ’round

And whispering into my ear

The Way I need to go from here.

I believe that quietude

Serves as a sort of “Spirit Food”

That nourishes our inward parts,

And brings new life into our hearts.

If ever things just get too loud,

Take a moment from the crowd

And let the silence speak to you,

And give you grace to make it through.

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Know, Walk, Try

We are new with every rising sun.

No matter what it is we’ve done,

Just know that there is hope for you,

And nothing Grace cannot undo.

So walk with Peace and walk in Light,

Try your best to do what’s right,

And listen for the guiding Voice

That helps us make a different choice.

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