My frightened little soul,
an escaped convict,
wants to run from house to house,
even to people I don’t know,
banging on every door,
pleading,
Forgive me, please!

While God walks calmly
through the neighborhood
of my soul, enters every place,
not even knocking—
whether a door opens or not—
walks right in to the darkness,
lights a candle, sets a table, calls out
Mercy lives here.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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