Hemmed in, but I am Free

Hemmed in on one side by the dead and rotting, and on the other by the willfully malevolent, my heart longs for the presence of the Mystic Nightingale of Eternity, the Divine Dove of Paradise.
My flesh tingles with excitement and my limbs quiver with joy at these mere thoughts of Thee!
How miraculous that Thy verses and meanings can lift me up above this debasement to be cheered and crowned with Thine Absolute Truth and Infinite Beauty!
Even this little taste of Thine Ancient Wine is worth all of the work of polishing the cup of my heart.
Just this momentary glimpse of Thy Boundless Majesty is worth all of the years of reflection and pondering upon Thy meanings.
Of course, none of that is necessary for Thee to become known unto whomever Thou pleasest.
But I am grateful for all the steps that I’ve taken prior to these, for these moments are like crowning jewels upon all those others.
These 10,000 steps, or maybe more, that I have walked towards Thee are but a fraction of all those that led me astray.
How shockingly generous art Thou for rewarding every step taken towards Thee, each one counted as three hundred thirty three.
In the scales of Thy Most Glorious Justice, I owe Thee more than I could ever pay in earthly riches, nay more than even the richest man could pay.
Such is Thine Infinite Mercy that I am still a free man, in thought, word, and deed.
All thanks be to Thee, the Infinite, the Eternal, the Most High.

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