What Lord, God, have I done
to deserve what has
become
For I have found my
Emptiness
and can move no further
past my failing
but see your pureness
and all its promise
yet I cannot reach
its fruit
My shortened stretch
but bobbles
this fruit of chastity
your golden apple,
dangling before the plethora
of earthly treasure
to which I have succumbed
and cannot grasp
your perfect grace
its virtuous
inner light,
shining love eternal
leaving
left alone
its perfect truth
that always was
and always shall
be always true
within my inner eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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