Sin and Separation

Love, the one way my heart but knew.

Or so once I thought, and from it inspiration drew.

That I should be the lover of souls yet never, apart or in equality.

Yoked and burdened by that which my spirit loathes, adrift from Christ in shrinking, it drove.

Me far and away from before the driving rain.

All of truth and to lies it dwelt, like lightning before thunder.

I know now the signs, the markings of wander, the peace withheld.

So to you whom I once thought I was, I bid adieu, for in no part of you I withdrew.

From this world, from life, cruel and despised, cast aside.

Yet not from your sight, Oh God, for you ever see,

Even the despicable things, the wayward path, where I thought myself free.

I understand now that in the end, this was the way you made it to be.

My fortress now destroyed, ever so fatefully.

The last bastion of illusion set aside, not renewed and now despised,

For whom I once thought love was only a shadow and lies.

Now with ramparts laid low, Love is the one way my heart knows.

You, oh God, are love incarnate, the truth, the life, the way of righteousness.

Apart from you love cannot be known, only its diminishing fading, and tattered glory,

Within you is love complete, and in all my wandering, I am now replete.

With love abounding, timeless and astounding, in your spirit always increasing and abiding, founding.

The formation of your will, the image of the son, ever self-denying.

For in you have I found that all true love flows, over all and presiding.

To the good of all who would be yours, worshiping in spirit, truth, residing.

Allowing no quarter for the flesh to hide or decide, that which is yours to define.

This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.

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