August 23, 2006

Upon Acceptance of What Must Be

It is not You who bereaves me,
Dawner of day, Sultan of sea.
Not You, but the darkness in me.

It is not You who turns dusk to night,
One Holy God, Father of Light.
Not You, but this sin of birthright.

It is not You who steals our mirth,
Supreme Spirit of my rebirth.
Not You, but this flawed, broken earth.

Is it not You who changed my past,
Forever Song, Great Love so vast?
Yes, You, though I have trespassed.

Is it not You, one day to come
Love of my heart, Light of the sun?
Yes, You. You resound my anthem.

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