We would be,
all of us,
detained at heaven’s border,
illegal immigrants all;
from our loved ones;
Were it not
for God’s outrageous mercy,
his willingness to spend
his very life
so that we
not only citizens of his realm,
but his very sons and daughters,
sharing his home,
his very life.
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The Soul Behind My Sin
Can you see the soul behind my sin?
Will you see what God sees, deep within?
Can you love the soul you see
behind the mask that I call Me?
Will you love what I can’t love,
lift it to the throne of God?
Can you see the soul I’m meant to be?
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
— Mary Oliver, Thirst