Friday, December 5, 2014

Come love, and set us free

Winter's come,
and now the leaves are off the trees,
we see that we are locked
in the same old patterns,
harnessing our energy
to win some pointless race
forgetting that winning
never sets us free.
It's always someone else
that walks off with that cup
while we are still fenced in --
or locked into a stall of our own creation...

Come light. Come hope, come love:
open the gate and set us free.

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