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I counted out my careful days,
and portioned out my prayer—
a measured life, a guarded heart,
with just enough to spare.

But then a voice beyond my sums
spoke softly through the din:
“The gift I give is never weighed—
why do you measure Him?”

So let me spend what I cannot keep,
and trust what I can’t see—
for grace is not a rationed thing,
but wild infinity.

I counted out my careful days,
and portioned out my prayer—
a measured life, a guarded heart,
with just enough to spare.

But then a voice beyond my sums
spoke softly through the din:
“The gift I give is never weighed—
why do you measure Him?”

So let me spend what I cannot keep,
and trust what I can’t see—
for grace is not a rationed thing,
but wild infinity.

I counted out my careful days,
and portioned out my prayer—
a measured life, a guarded heart,
with just enough to spare.

But then a voice beyond my sums
spoke softly through the din:
“The gift I give is never weighed—
why do you measure Him?”

So let me spend what I cannot keep,
and trust what I can’t see—
for grace is not a rationed thing,
but wild infinity.

I counted out my careful days,
and portioned out my prayer—
a measured life, a guarded heart,
with just enough to spare.

But then a voice beyond my sums
spoke softly through the din:
“The gift I give is never weighed—
why do you measure Him?”

So let me spend what I cannot keep,
and trust what I can’t see—
for grace is not a rationed thing,
but wild infinity.

The content explores the concept of condemnation versus salvation, emphasizing that Jesus’ mission was to save, not to judge. It contrasts personal judgments with the Pope’s call for mercy and dialogue over division. The reflection encourages relinquishing the urge to condemn, promoting a focus on compassion and understanding instead.

I feared eternity as endless gray,
a road that never seemed to bend—
but found it flicker in a flame
that did not strive, yet did not end.

I chased distraction through the day,
to flee the stillness I despised—
until I saw, in lifted Love,
that time itself was baptized.

Eternal is not more of this,
but this made full, and bright, and true—
a single moment set on fire
and filled, O God, with You.

The wind knows nothing of my plans,
yet moves me more than all my schemes.
It breaks the branches of my pride
and plants a forest in my dreams.

I chart the sky and name the gust,
pretending I am in command—
but Spirit slips between my fists
like breath I never truly planned.

O let me be a yielded field,
not fortress standing stiff and grim—
for I am most alive, I think,
when I am blown about by Him.

Unless I loosen my grip on proof,
I will never hold the miracle.
Unless I spend mercy like rain,
I will die of thirst beside a river.
Unless I trust the wound that bleeds for me,
I will bind my own hands in fear.
But if I dare to live without unless,
I may finally believe without end.

I called it sense,
this measured view—
a world contained
in what I knew.

Yet grace broke in
where thought had ceased,
and whispered hope
I had released.

So now I stand,
less sure, yet free—
for faith begins
where I cannot see.

He met me not
in the thunder’s cry,
but where the morning
meets the sky.

A fire, a meal,
no grand display—
just bread enough
to start the day.

And in that feast
so plain, so small,
I found the grace
that feeds us all.