WE ARE THE FOOLISH VIRGINS


WE are the foolish virgins, letting our lamps burn low,
Who lost our way in the darkness, not seeing where we would go.

WE are the prodigal children, journeying far from home,
Dwelling in riotous living, further from God we roam.

FREEDOM

Long, long ago in a far away place
Lived a stranger I hardly remember.
She lived in a box
Walls of fear, guilt and shame,

Closed alone with her dreams and her thoughts.
The box was transparent,
The box was man made,
The box was too small and too tight.

Past, present and future, all time seemed the same
Just darkness--all day and all night.
Loneliness her clothing, crying her song
Tears her communion, silence her God.

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