Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Poem

from my sister's blog

Footstool Poems

Reaching

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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