between belief

I’d rather be wrong
that You might be glorified.

Your yoke is easy and your burden
is light.
Your burden is light.
My yoke is perfection. My burden?
Direction.
My burden is running from death as
though running could stop it.
My burden is running from endings
endlessly.

My Lord, I am a daughter of
democracy, of equality, of liberty. As
your servant, your subject,
surrendering my will to ‘your will be
done’, it is hard to hear freedom ring
in your monarchy.

I would rather be wrong.

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