Grace to Grace

 The heart recoils from the horror of its unloveliness,

... (e.g those indecencies it harbors like a harlot)

Heart reckons with itself at deepest levels 

Of immorality, sin & sorry-ness

Christ excavated all those things out of her, 

An angelic harassment,

a poor child, 

All that poise, naive giggles & niceness 

All that, was hidden vermin in the soul, 

And shame, It’s true, 

Her soul was never holy,

(Painful realizations are coming)

That insidious thing never loved Jesus, 

The tongue was just being a hypocrite, 

There  never was a sacred mess,

Nothing divine in there...

Even this new humility is perforated with 

So much self deception...

(Painful realizations are coming)

Now we launch again, 

With a tiredness & an insistence begotten by God: 

A seeking of a dirty manger, 

A knocking, 

An asking 

An uninspiring persistence 

...Find Him (Jesus) again...

Again & Again

From grace to grace...