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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, November 13, 2012

God, this is the kind of friend you are!

This is the kind of Friend you are
Without making me realize my soul's anguished history
you slip into my house at night
and while I am sleeping
you silently carry off all my suffering
and sordid past
in your beautiful hands
                                      Hafiz

God this is the kind of friend you are
we come into life thinking of what we will do for you
and yet

after we untangle ourselves
from the messes of our own making
after we work our way
through the ooze and slime and old decay (Lewis)
of our lives

the scattered refuse
of fear and failure
and come again to the light
into the realm of grace

we realize
that all peace
all we are
It is all You

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