My Lord gazes profoundly, a hue of tenderness,
Usually our glances penetrate each other, I deeply gulp.
But this day, shame dwarfs my uncanniness,
So that I come reluctant as a dirge
I come anyways Lord, lame as me.
I might be filthy, swarmed in grit,
I might be distraught, burdened with regret,
I might be violent, me judging me.
For not breaking the bad, but could I ?
I come anyways Lord, lame as me.
Didn't you promise, where sin increases,
Your grace does too, your highness? Rm 5:20
You have the means to unlock these chains,
And free the sinner, burdened by pain.
So I come anyways Lord, lame as me.
For to whom else shall I go?
You have the message of eternal life. Jn 6:68
Sr. Esther Koros OSF
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