I came to this retreat,
With ashes in my hand,
Charred remains of failed attempts,
Of a contemplative stance.
I thought it would make me
More spiritual,
More transformed;
Better and wiser...
But I was wrong.
To find the One who loves my soul,
Requires that I understand -
That I am the one who's being pursued;
Drawn and embraced by His loving Hand.
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