Scattered Grace

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My thoughts,
My desires,
My joys,
Fly scattered about,
Like so many seeds
Seemingly intent on
Suicide.
But unvoiced words
Orchestrate
As a pattern softly
Emerges.
Randomness,
Chaos,
Both,
Reveal themselves
To be
Mere images
And shadows,
Deflecting
From our eyes
The good,
The true,
The real.
Until that destined
Moment
When our souls will
Unfasten,
When our hearts can
Embrace,
The power,
The delight,
The love,
Of your
Grace.
 
The settled happiness and security which we all desire, God withholds from us by the very nature of the world: but joy, pleasure, and merriment, He has scattered broadcast

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