The Gift

July 16, 2013


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Bathed in streaming golden light
Your watchful presence outside my door
The Keepers stealthily creep in
A gentle awakening from this extended slumber
Wherever I am led
Whatever happens
Grace is always there
To know this is
The Gift

Looking for my clothes
To hide my naked innocence
I search in vain
To find something to cover-up
Outmoded concepts
Ingrained pettiness
Everything I use to hide behind
You take it all away in exchange for
The Gift

We watch the Keepers shore up
The eaves of my dilapidated faith
Strengthening my confidence
My knowingness
Steeped in silence
Drinking in the delicious peace
This temple is
The Gift