Black or brown, rejoice in all that you own
Whether little, great, mighty or small
Let your hearts find gratitude in all and love, which is the greatest of them all
For great is your freedom
Though once you were chained in Sodom
Secretly your lives were once lived
Rejoice! Beloved in your selves
Let your souls find pleasure in your lives
Know ye any evil from the dirt brown come?
Or any water bitter from the spring down fall?
Love your eyes, your hands and your body
Though fore bound, have come undone
Black or brown rejoice
For the Lord knows truly those that are his own.
1 comment:
Lovely post Busola. The message in it's lush flowing lines evokes a lasting sense of security not unlike how a child is wont to feel when it knows it will be loved and shielded from harm unconditionally. We forget that feeling when our lives grow complicated and we get lost in our numerous trivial worries. Thank you, for this exquisite reminder. :D *dabbing eyes with tissue*
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