Poetry - Freedom
By: Bro. David Kaczmarek, TOR
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I am anchored to the will of God,
like a feather in a vacuum void,
soaring by design,
falling as a sign,
of my abandon to the will of God.
I am fed by the will of God,
a precious part of a never-ending catch,
moving with delight,
not the force of flight,
sated by time and time by the will of God.
I am led by the will of God,
radiant and rife with an un-quenched heart,
the leader and the led,
all pretension shed,
fleeing to the pillar of the will of God.
O let me be the will of God,
free to fall, to catch, consumed,
free to be conceived,
molded, not deceived,
my desirous heart
to be the will of God.
Bro. David Kaczmarek, TOR
Franciscan Friars, TOR
Immaculate Conception Province, USA
2003
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