lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes,
pride of life, her clenching jaw
grimly set, each phrase incised
daring us sinners, although not raw,
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hey, neal! with this you've painted a stark contrast between judgmentalism and grace. i'm reminded of the movie, chocolat, which explores with subtlety and humor the same contrasts... after a few days just getting back to reading your poems. i look forward to more. -glen
But as a Father says, Please, Child, come My love is not earned, it is my gift even as all the beauty of earth is yours And your love and gratitude will surely gain what laws of men, vain rituals fail to secure My heart, my love, my home, my Name.'.. great write. It is really a beautiful poem having thrilling expression. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, kind sir, for your gracious thoughts, and the kindness of visiting. Be blessed, my friend, today and in all your endeavors :)
hi again, neal! didn't know i already read this one and did again. i'm glad you came to understand the God of grace. i grew up around boys raised in the catholic church and turned off—sometimes permanently—by nuns like the one you describe. -glen