The winding, twisting roads of life
have their way of limiting our vision.
Insecurity, greyness, drabness
and dinginess of spirit
kill our spontaneity.
Freedom of the spirit is a gift
unbounded, graciously poured out.
But we allow ourselves to be crippled
and imprisoned.
God alone can stir us
and awaken in us
the fresh stirrings of divine life.
Drabness! Hoping to overcome the odds of life. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I cannot describe the ecstasy of this poetry...it is so beautiful and divine....