Wednesday, September 16, 2009


from my sister's blog

Footstool Poems


In the garden, for the apple, beyond what was good,
Eve reached.

On the cross, arms outstretched, in love for all,
God reached.

I must not reach so far as she, and cannot reach so far as He.

In grace, away from sin, toward my only help,
I reach.

Toward holiness, toward my God, in divine love triumphant,
I reach.

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