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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