Inner veil torn
Ripped completely in two
Son’s suffering grants intimacy
For God’s chosen few
Suffering, submission,
Perfection, release
Pray without ceasing
Humbled down on weak knees
Fumbling, Groping,
Wanting to please
Voice firm and clear
Releasing of fear
Peace offered, Peace taken
Direction is clear
Hands gently open
Seeking just One
Heart soft and listening
Safe with the Son
Suffering, submission,
Perfection, release
Written for me by my mom in response to my poem, Torn.
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