Truth is not so broken

My mind disfigured your face in my mind,
Painted piercing eyes, uncompassionate,
Shaming, in place of those you said I’d find.
My view of you and you were disparate
Persons, known too well and not well enough.
“You” imposed a self-imposed prison cell,
Held hopeless standards, always called my bluff.
I was always guilty, not free, unwell.
Thus I assumed from this false gospel, lie
Of law’s freedom. Truth is not so broken.
You are love. Your yoke brings rest, peace, a sigh
Of relief, rooted in words you’ve spoken:
“I have overcome the world.” Now I see
Your overcoming work extends to me.


Photo by Jaleel Akbash on Unsplash

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