Sunday, October 16, 2011


You knew me when
I was less and more
Myself in nature
Virtues poor.

But Someone has been unmaking me,
Refining and restoring me.
He wrestles out the self will be
Immortal through eternity.

Years have passed
With many griefs,
And much joy,
Refined beliefs.

Blessed to find
I know you still.
Re-united by
His holy skill.

The Someone at the heart of me,
Dwells also in the source of thee.

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