There is this awful
bending towards God that
my soul takes of its own
a defiant motion set spinning
that like a swirling eddy
draws in – with gentle motion – all
the doubt, errors, frailties
and humanness.
This bending leaves me
aching and rent,
in heart and body.
But bend I must to this
Divine Love or
I will.

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