Restoration
Posted March 29, 2007:
Detachment
by Lolita Jardeleza.
You are not stripping me;
you are simply setting me free.
You are not depriving me of anything;
you are teaching me not to cling.
I cannot sail the ocean
if I am tethered to the pier.
I cannot reach the other side
if I am tied to here.
I cannot sky-dive and sail
through the skies,
if I am hanging by my nails
to the door of the plane.
So I must enter the pain
of being born into freedom.
You are my midwife, Lord,
into still another birthing of myself.
Will I ever be through learning
this lesson of dying so as to live,
of passing through the darkness
to the light, to joy from sorrow?
O come, tomorrow!
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