Sunday, January 09, 2005


They’re not yours
you know.
You think they come
for you.
They’re not you
but separate soul.

Let prodigal go
go to feed pigs
yet hold him tight.
Love keeps him close.
He can only love Me
when you free him
to know & serve Me
in intimate freedom.
© Presbypoet January 6, 2002
This is not easy to do.


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