Freedom (OctPoWriMo Day 6)

Freedom

"Where the Spirit of
the Lord is there is freedom,"
though mankind shouts in
high platitudes of me, my-
self and I that God loves not.

God loves. God loves to
such extremes that He offers
freedom--to see, to
smell, to hear, to taste, to touch,
to think, to decide, to act.

We are free to choose
between love or hate, peace or
war, life or death. Not
without understanding, He
walked among us, one of us.

He knows. In our pain
He calls us to Himself, to
find rest and peace in
our hurt, our struggle, yet--with
freedom of choice. He loves us.

Four stanzas of 5,7,5,7,7 (Tanka-style poem)