God’s grace.

I traveled a million miles
I searched the isle of life
But for so long I was floating adrift.

There was a sudden image of light
Appeared on my side
Leading me through the ocean
Of a genuine destination site.

But it requires me
To be mute and blind.

To follow the path means
Setting aside my pride
And offering my whole life –
A clear metanoia from God.

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