found here:http://alternative.victas.uca.org.au/index.php/2007/06/14/no-grace-left/
no grace left
give me the grace to believe
that those who tell me they know best
what path i must take to find freedom
do not know
how their words entrap me
give me the grace to believe
that those who tell me,
outraged,
what true faith is
and why mine isn’t
do not know
how their words diminish and oppress
give me the grace to believe
that those who judge every word i say
and find each thought inadequate
are believers in the same
life and love
as me.
it seems everyone's shoes are smaller and narrower than mine.
ReplyDeletemy shoes appear spacious and comfortable, well-worn, appropriate for each occasion.
then my son, or my daughter, or my friend, or neighbor, co-worker tells me my shoes don't fit them.
They're too small and narrow for them.
God is a better cobbler than me.
hey Laura, i'm honoured that you have posted the poem here. thanks for stopping by.
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