The lost, the last, the least, losers, motley crew that only a divinity
might use with "mighty" as result.
Rethinking some of what
I've long been taught, I find
reminders that it's grace, not works;
a comfort to my soul. We're told
to strive, achieve, obey, believe,
and yet the repetitious mandate
in our holy book is simply:
rest. Rest in the fact our foe's
defeated long ago, forgetting not
forgiveness came at awesome
cost but has been paid already,
rest from trying to secure a blessing
from the one we worship in the tiny
thimble we have strength to lift
to heaven, and instead just stand
beneath the shower pouring down.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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