Freedom

I am sorry,

I cannot sleep

when the light is shining,

unless it is by the Holy Spirit blessed,

because my soul is calling

from the dark and the misery

which seems forever pressed upon it and

within which it is so enticingly dressed.

What a mess, sometimes;

so much so that I forget

it must be confessed as illusion

for me to reach out

from the depths of its prison walls.

2018.0703.0633

http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/070118.cfm

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