Saturday, January 25, 2020


Our machinations and deliberations contrived to

keep us from the truth, from You.

We didn’t know the way, although we tried

to find our way to You.

What should have been clear

became smeared

with our own contrivances, motives

such that we couldn’t find yours.

Your way was so simple,

but we made it hard.

It was given us,

but we gave into making it our way

instead of yours.

The truth was always distorted

when it was once so plain.

If belief as a child is enough

than all this over-thinking and over-doing is tough

on a child’s heart.

Give me mine back.

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